my heavily threaded guilt complex developed over oh so many years has been getting to me. telling me that i should feel bad for not posting as frequently as i have, as i should, about subjects that i know i should be talking about but just haven’t had the energy for it.
but see, the problem with that is that i shouldn’t have to feel that way. it’s bullshit, ableism fed to us telling us that we should be more productive, that we should be performing for people, that our bodies and minds do not matter in light of the demands of others.
things have been quiet here. not because i’ve given up, or because i’ve lost interest in writing, but because i’ve been doing my best to take care of myself first. the battles with relapses do not leave much energy for lengthened, eloquently constructed, edited posts. and while a part of me feels as if i should be sorry for this, i need to come to terms with the simple fact that i shouldn’t. my health is a higher priority, even when blogging about said health, and i won’t be shamed about lessened ‘productivity’ anymore.
i won’t apologize anymore. it will be a long and tedious battle, but here it is a start. a journey to reclaim my body and mind for me, not to be taken from me by the demands of the people around me.
there are a few posts and ideas that i’m still in the middle of working with. they’ll be posted eventually, possibly ‘late’, once i can get all of my thoughts together. which isn’t an easy task, but one to be done on my own time.