The Black Hair Dye

So I started this blog ages ago in a decision that I was going to put my life together and then I got so busy with school and work and work and school that I convinced myself that I had forgotten how much I hate myself.

Yeah folks.  I said it.  I hate myself.

But ya know what.  Mental health is an addiction to being sad and the first step of overcoming an addiction is to recognize you have a problem.

My mother asked me today what I could do or what I had done in the past when I got feeling like this and I said that I simply became so busy I didn't have time to think of it, but that I'm so tired now I don't have the energy to do that. And it shook me.  That's what I do.  I bury it.  But that isn't getting my life together and that isn't going to help me in the long run.

My career is literally built on helping people change behaviors.  So let's change mine. 

This blog isn't for you, though you're welcome to follow along if you somehow found yourself here for some reason,  this is for me to document my journey because we've all had days we wake up and hate ourselves.  That we stare at the box dye of black hair dye and think "but what if I just do this" and then we realize we have more mental stability than that and that we can overcome this. 

So round 2.  Let's go.

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