Well, it’s the start of another week, my mental health is OK. I am currently commuting over 100 miles to work and while I do it’s easy to worry about whats waiting for me when I get into the office. I am generally surprised that everything is OK, but that’s how my anxiety works, it chips away at my logical thought processes until all I see is warning signs. Which, interestingly, is what makes me good at my job, I can see the negatives and deal with them before they become problems. So, that ability is a double edged sword.
My hope, if all goes well with the references for my flat is that a 15-minute commute, above ground, will help my mood. So, this week I will be trying that commute from Tuesday-Thursday.
Once I am settled I hope that I can re-start my life in a way that helps me stay on top of my negative thought patterns and I can relax into a more enjoyable way of life.
I’m safely ensconced in my weekday accommodation. I’ve decided to try staying close to where I’m hopefully going to be living.
Work was generally OK today, but while I was left doing something I’m good at my new colleagues are off doing something that I really should be involved in. I’m sure they don’t realise how that’s made me feel. I think I’ll have a word with them tomorrow. I know it’s probably irrational but it’s how I feel right now.
Hopefully, I can sort my head out tonight. I’m going to have some dinner, a glass of wine and have an early night.
If you are reading this you may be thinking, why doesn’t he do some Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT), well I do, and I’ll talk about that another day.