Of wellness and truth ❤

Of wellness and truth ❤

You are not weak for wearing your heart on your sleeve. It takes unbelievable strength to stand up on that podium, look the world in the face and say “I’m not okay”. We all burden ourselves way too much (In my opinion) with feigned strength and what good does it do in the end? None. Absolutely none. We carry our wounded souls back to our beds at night time and wish someone understood. But sometimes we’ve faked it for so long that we don’t even know how to help ourselves. And what good does that do to anyone?

Emotions aren’t something we should be ashamed of. Feeling; not being okay? That’s every body’s truth at some point or other. Sometimes your entire circle of friends might not be well. Yet how do we know, and more importantly, how do we help if we aren’t talking about it? We need to break this unhealthy cycle before it breaks us.

Not everyone deserves your truth, I get that. But you deserve to be heard and understood. So find people you trust and let that sh** out. I recently started keeping track of the things that make me feel better when I’m in a slump and sharing some of these seemingly useless [to other people] things and what they mean to me and my wellness with my closest and dearest. I can’t stress how important self awareness is. For example, sometimes I really need alone time to recharge when I feel drained. Or sometimes, I will not go to something because it’s going to take way too much strength to get through it. Sometimes you really need to take a few steps back to take care of yourself, and that’s okay. It should be anyway.

I’ve made it my mission to educate as many people as I can about emotional and mental wellness because we really do not stress it enough. Only God knows how many people have been on the receiving end of my wellness speeches. And that’s not about to stop anytime soon.

Take care of yourselves!

Love, Zeri xx

the morning after

The hardest mornings are those following a beautiful dream where everything is exactly as you wish it only to open your eyes and realise it was just a dream. You silently curse at your subconscious for poking around in your thoughts cabinet. You might even feel stupid for enjoying the un reality; for the sheepish grin on your face in those seconds before it dawns on you that it was only a dream. Everything feels like a mockery now- especially the singing birds and morning sun. “What have they to be happy about? Can’t they see you’re suffering?” You want to shout. Its one of those mornings. The ones that follow the blissful night’s escape from harsh reality. You saw your dreams, touched them… only to have them ripped away by over-zealous little miss sunshine and all her shining rays. Angry, mostly at yourself for hoping, you close the blinds and climb back into your bed certain you can’t make it through the day. Sadness is holding on with two hands -pulling with everything its got. You’re tempted to give in. Sometimes it feels good to curl up in bed and be miserable. But its only allowed SOMETIMES. Today isn’t ‘sometimes’. You remember all the times you felt like you couldn’t get through and you laugh as you reach for your morning coffee and realise that its going to be a good day.