I've had this newfound understanding that I am in charge of my own health. As I was thinking about what one of the neurologists said regarding my depression and memory loss, I realized that I do have some control over my health. When you have a diagnosis that will stick with you for your whole life that indicates illness rather than health, it's hard to believe that you will ever be truly healthy. But as I was running today I realized that I have the choice to be healthy by actively doing things that will improve my health, such as running. It's in the small things. I could choose not to take my meds which would trigger a deep dive into depression, which could potentially end in suicide. Or I could choose not to even take that risk and take my medication every day religiously. I could also do other things to help improve my health like running, going to therapy, practicing mindfulness, and practicing other strategies learned in therapy like wise mind.
Remembering what my therapist said on Wednesday, I am encouraged by the progress I have made. But I do realize that I still have a ways to go before I'd say I'm a master of my own health.
I notice that it's the little things that get abandoned first when a deep depressive episode starts. Things like brushing my teeth and doing laundry promptly rather than waiting until I'm desperate for clothes. Then it progresses to not showering, then to not eating. And all of these behaviors have one thing in common: I don't care enough about myself to take care of myself. And so, over the next month I'm going to ask myself the question: "Is this taking care of myself?" before I make a decision, start to do something, or neglect doing something. I know I can work on maintaining my own health, which I think most people don't have to think twice about but for me it's something I have to take extra care to do.
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