I’ve been attempting to write this for days.. hell, weeks. Every way to try and write this has gone through my head and it’s just one of those things that kind of make sense in your head then when you go to write it down, it doesn’t come out coherently. I’m going to do my best though, as I don’t want this to be taken out of context or anyone to feel offended; all I want to do is create a dialogue where there currently isn’t one and maybe, even make someone feel better about being in a similar situation.
To say the past two weeks have been a shit-show (scientific term) would be a massive understatement. I am in the process of weening off one antidepressant and going onto another, with the added bonus of this whole “Christmas” thing in less than two weeks. While I’m usually very organised when it comes to Christmas shopping, this time around I was finding myself obsessively searching; spending two full days trawling the web for the best presents on a dollar allowance.
I realised quickly thought that I was obsessing and stressing. I couldn’t sit still to write or even watch a movie; my escapes wouldn’t let me escape!
There is a blog post or article about every facet of moving. From helping pack up a house by a weekly countdown to Feng Shui-ing a new closet. If you’ve ever moved, you’re well aware how stressful the whole experience is and there are plenty of articles that talks about the stresses of moving. However, it’s not the actual anxiety of moving I’m talking about. It’s your wellbeing after you’ve plopped yourself down in your new place.