Carl Rivera43 said:What exactly do you mean by control?
I mean the sense where that lethargy, that sluggishness—or whatever depressing label you want to slap on it—completely swallows you whole, leaving you with absolutely zero willpower, zero strength, and zero capacity to fight back once you’ve started sinking.
I make sure to dose it out. It’s just how I’m wired—I need significantly more solitude, peace, silence, and that sort of detached, weightless state of mind.
But I’m fully aware that staying in that headspace doesn't feel good; it numbs me, it isn't healthy, it isn't productive, and it certainly doesn't lead anywhere positive.
Still, I need my allotted time every single day to just be alone with myself.
So, I set a limit—maybe an hour or two where I simply cease to exist for the rest of the world. Or, if it’s been one of those weeks where I've been constantly on the move, I take the entire Sunday for myself. I’ll prep lunch, get my dogs out for a run, and those few hours before and after the meal belong strictly to me.
However—and this is the crucial part—you have to have a plan. Most of the time, I prefer to stay lost in my own head, but then I force a break in that cycle by going for a run, hitting the gym, or even just taking a deliberate nap to snap myself back to reality. Because if I truly surrender to that feeling, I know I’ll be sidelined for the entire day. Sometimes I do let myself go, but that’s it. That was the day, and tomorrow I start over.
There is no drowning in it and waiting for some miracle from Bob in Des Moines to come swoop in and save me.
So, I’m resting until 4 PM today, then it’s straight to my workout.