So, I may or may not have lost our minivan recently….
In my defense, it was late.
I am writing this however to brag on my amazing ingenuity and survival skills…
You know that red button on most key fobs …??? I pushed it… and it got stuck….
I found my minivan. End of story. WIN!
Why is it that I have to get to the crisis point before I remember to build margin into my life to help keep my depression in check? It isn’t like there aren’t warning signs. Just being mindful of previous situations/stressors that lead up to a crisis helps.
Case in point: As wife and mother extraordinaire, domestic goddess, literary genius, supermodel, inspirational best friend to all, super savvy business woman, singing superstar who can stop bullets with my bare hands and leap buildings in a single bound … something is going to give.
If there were a big red button to help me navigate a rough patch, would I remember to push it? Would I recognize the incessant beeping/honking/flashing when I did? Would my pride allow me to? I think that is why the daily small wins matter. Yes. I brushed my teeth today. WIN! Yes. I ate a vegetable. WIN! Yes. I hugged my child and kissed my husband. WIN!
This one is for all of you like-minded sufferers out there.
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