Even before my father died in April, I had spent a lot of time thinking about how his total disregard for his health for so many years wasn't merely hurting him--it was a slap in the face to the people who loved him, my mother in particular. That's because we had to share in the burden. I spent 21 years watching him die a slow and rather unpleasant
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When I was told to relax 3x a day, I balked. I also started to panic (the very thing I'm trying to combat). I was told that it wasn't much different than taking a course of antibiotics to get better.
It already means I feel more present and engaged when I'm with my daughter, because I don't have the constant background noise in my head. I'm more than willing to give up 15 minutes a day if it leads to a higher quality of together.
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When you're depressed, it's so tough to put one foot in front of the other -- or even to put the shoe on first. The more you do it, the more you'll cherish that "you time" when you're walking.
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