Being kind to ourselves is complicated but it makes life so much easier
I’m late. I schedule meetings and forget about them. I double book myself for coffee dates. I overcommit to events clinging to the unrealistic expectation that I can do it all. My life is a perpetual cycle of semi-organised chaos. Time management is my Achilles heel, a mirage glittering in the distance, just within reach but somehow unobtainable. I have always found it incredibly hard to stick to schedules, but brain fog means it’s become substantially worse. I have taken living for the now to the extreme believing that every day I wake up feeling well is limited and I’m on borrowed time. This urge to do all of the things all of the time is accompanied by latent procrastination which just adds an extra dose of panic to my entire existence. This inevitably leads to punishing guilt.