Why is it when I reach a comfortable point in life, mental health raises its ugly head? I’ve been lethargic, unmotivated and feeling lazy recently – feelings I loathe.
We recently had an upheaval at home by having our staircase replaced. My parents were typically away for the crucial weekend where we could have been kicked out of the house. The impact would hit me. I wasn’t proud of how I reacted: anxiety went through the roof and I fell apart.
But even after that episode, I wasn’t in a great place. I came from work and sat on my bed, literally doing nothing, staring into space. I’m not sure if it was anxiety, depression or a combination of the two. I hated it.