
Client this week told me hard truth. He’s going dark. Really dark. I listened. Got curious. He aint smoking, drinking, or popping pills. Good. He’s ruminating. Chewing on negative thoughts. Not good. So, after listening a bit I reminded him. He knows what to do. Stuck smack dab in the middle of the “knowing/NOT doing” trap. He knows what to do. Aint doing it.
Taking pills rarely builds your ability to esteem yourself. Binge drinking always ends poorly. Sitting in your negative thinking sucks. So, what to do when unipolar depression grabs your sorriness?
Don’t think. Move. Trust me.
It is nearly impossible to stay down when you’re dripping in sweat. Hard to stay down when you’re rucking your ASS off. Hard to stay down when you’re lifting heavy things over your head. Hard to stay down when you’re riding your bike, walking the dog, swimming, or even serving a pickle (ball). Hard to stay down when in a hot yoga class or working one of those damn reformers. Pump the brakes on pills. Move. Turn routines into rituals. Make physical movement sacred. Never stop. You’ve been reminded.
Live hard. Love ❤️ harder…

