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“All I want you to do is everyday, get out of bed, make it, shower, put on clean Pyjamas and if you want to get straight back in, do it”  

This was the advice given to me when I was in a place where even getting out of bed felt like a mountain to climb. But I tried to follow this advice. Some days I only changed my pjs but it was more than before. it achieved two things. Firstly, it was an act that was solely for me with no obligations or expectations attached. Secondly believe it or not it gave me a sense of achievement. Even if this was all I could manage that day I’d achieved something.

This was an act of self care- any act you consciously chose to carry out to care for your mental, emotional or physical health. I’m now in a better place mentally but I try and practice self care daily to help maintain positive mental health. 

You see by practicing self care I’m building a positive relationship with myself. I’m acknowledging that I am worthy of time, love, care and rest. 

In our busy lives were there is always a project to work on, an errand to run, emails to reply to or friends and family that need our attention we can often fall out of the habit of practicing self care. But it doesn’t have to involve massive chunks of time. It could be as simple as getting up from your desk and going a 5 minutes walk around the office, making yourself a cup of tea, reading a chapter of a book, if your religious or spiritual, take five minutes out to pray or meditate, do some deep breathing. Anything that gives you the ability to take a step back and do something that is wholly for you. 

Your worthy of care, your worthy of time and some things need no other purpose than to make you feel good. 

And if the world is just too much for you right now all I want you to do is get out of bed, make it, shower, put on clean Pyjamas and if you want to get straight back in, do it. 

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