We're all entitled to a Mental Health Day. I'm trying not to feel guilty for taking a personal day. I haven't had a day off since Christmas and my company isn't very gracious with their vacation policy. Honestly, I just needed a day to work through some things, and there's nothing more theraputic than taking a long walk on a beautiful morning, and just enjoying the sunshine and fresh air.
Last week was emotionally draining. I felt like I was stuck in a bad Lifetime movie. A complex friend of mine ended up in the hospital for binge drinking, combined with mixing prescription meds and Benadryl. He's seriously lucky to be alive. The actual event itself isn't what scares me, it's the self-destructive behavior that led to the event that truly has me concerned.
I know that life isn't always easy. Most of us are pretty complex and semi-jaded.l have issues, you probably issues, who doesn't have issues? My friend sent out a sarcastic e-mail the other day saying that she has finally figured out why our generation is having such a hard time being happy. The problem is that when growing up, we didn't have the Summer Infant Soothing Spa and Shower Baby Bath!! I'm not even sure what that is.... but she said our parents got it all wrong. Didn't they realize that we needed hundreds of clothes and baby toys galore all before we were the age of 1 to truly be happy? And here we all are, 30 years later, suffering as the result. She was only trying to make herself feel better, but maybe she's onto something.
