Since Wednesday, I have been listening to stories about mental health in Kenya as part of a project I am involved in. Today is the first day of not listening to them and yet I feel terribly exhausted.
The stories I have heard have been jarring, enlightening, and demanding. This is a strange feeling; like my body and mind have been exercised in listening, stretched beyond belief.
This week has been a reminder about the need for self care but also a signal that I need to learn how to watch out for this sort of exhaustion and then to take care of myself.
I’m at my friend’s house having breakfast and good conversations. It’s affirming and enlivening. For that, I am grateful.
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