24/12/2025
Living with mental health stuff is… honestly a bit fu***ng much.
I miss posting. I miss being creative. I miss people. There are so many of you I think about often.
But sometimes picking up my phone feels like trying to walk through wet concrete. Technically doable. Realistically? Not today.
Replying to messages, making calls, being socially functional outside of work can feel impossible, even when the people on the other end matter deeply.
Recently, I’ve been incredibly lucky to step into part-ownership of the café where I work in our little town, and I love it SO much. Like, deeply, loudly, joyfully love it.
But also… how are people doing everything?
Work. Home. A family that’s 5/5 for mental health and AuDHD spice. School holidays. Feeding everyone. Existing. Resting. Self-care. Repeating forever.
I’m not complaining, I’m wildly grateful, but GOOD LORD I am only one human person.
So when I go quiet, it’s not personal. It’s not avoidance. It’s mental overload.
After a very social, very physical workday, my brain needs to wrap itself in bubble wrap and sit in silence for a bit.
My eldest recently described executive dysfunction perfectly:
“It’s like trying to put your hand on a hot stove. You know you can… but you just can’t make yourself do it.”
Honestly? Nailed it.
If I’ve been quiet, please know you’re still thought of, appreciated, and missed.
I’m just rebooting. Again. Probably without instructions. ☺️
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