And I'm so fkn proud of how I handled it.
Friday started with my CPTSD being triggered at 4 am & despite the day throwing everything at me I stayed positive & laughed it off...right upto getting a call to say a former colleague & friend of 20 years had passed away.
The rest of the day was a write off...the next morning hit snooze 3 times, then guilt tripped myself for both.
Realised I was getting angry with myself so I didn't have to grieve, and nipped that shit in the bud. Because actually, despite what my inner critic says, I'm allowed to be sad and unproductive once in a while and my usual alternative is unhealthy as fuck.
I gave myself permission to hide, making sure my food was comforting but still healthy.
That evening I set myself the tiniest most achievable fitness goal I could to tempt me out from my blanket fort.
Just do a side plank on each side.
Narrator: 'But she did not just do a side plank on each side...'
(Apologies loud c#nty music was absolutely required.)