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The Long And Winding Road To Mental Health Recovery
You only see the goalposts as they happen
A few days ago, I’d fallen off the wagon on a daily yoga habit I’d started the week before.
Lovely, I told myself. One more for the graveyard of habits that were never to be.
This has been my pattern all my life. My ADHD brain sees something shiny and new, and for the space of a day or so, it’s all I ever wanted. And then it starts feeling like work, and I tell myself a skipped day won’t matter, and then I’m right back to square one.
So I shrug. Feeling a little low — understandable, when I’ve failed yet again. I pick up the phone to comfort myself with some Instagram scrolling.
And then it occurs to me:
Why does have to be this way?
Why am I so fixated on having just one unbroken streak for it to be valid? Who says I can’t just start a new streak? Who says I only ever get to try something once in my whole life?
It was such a powerful realisation that I immediately tossed my phone aside, rolled out my mat and did some yoga stretches. I even managed to get deeper on the yogi squat than I had all of last week.
And just like that, I was back on track.
