So, throughout the last few months I’ve had my shit together. I’ve had to. It’s been frenetic since Covid landed, having to move so fast on multiple fronts, making decisions that prior to Covid none of us thought we’d have to whilst balancing so many competing things, we all have. I totally had my shit together, WAR MODE, let’s do this!
Laying down, I couldn’t move, going to the loo I walked and ached like a 90 year old man.
Mental. Physical. Exhaustion. I thought it may be flu. Yet no temp. Shivering in evening. Yet no temp.
My blood sugars went haywire, yet I been behaving myself food wise.
My weight is lowest I ever been in 20 years.
I have had 3 months where I absolutely thought I had it all under control.
I did. Surface level.
I’ve been the man.
But clearly this has been building up below the surface. I’m a guy who champions good solid mental health and major and prides myself on looking after it, having had a previous burnout in 2012, I absolutely know what to look out for.
I’m mentally strong.
Yet this Covid situation is unprecedented tho. It’s silent. Invisible. Everywhere. Telly, conversations, online, offline, it’s always there, knotweed for your brain.
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is aces, we as a team moved soooo fast to pull it from the jaws of defeat.
Two weeks ago I even said on a presentation that my stress levels over last few months were 1.1 / 10. I honestly believed that.
Today, is the first time since Saturday where i am beginning to feel somewhat like my old Brad self.
People, take this shit seriously. Check yourself.
Like really. This last few months has been fucking wild. Wild for individuals, friends, families, the country, the world. Wild.
Everyone has been withdrawing from the pot. And absolutely no one has been depositing into it.
So where do you go to top your pot up?
As I write this from my bed... my friends, let this be a wake up call, that this Covid thing is being destructive well beyond its primary attack method.
I really don’t want you checking in on others, pointless, until you have checked as in really checked in, on yourself.
I thought I was bulletproof and had it all under control.
The shivering has now stopped.
The bloods are more as they should be and I’m feeling more like myself. Am I fixed. Nope. Better. yes.
Take the pressure off yourself.
Lower the revs.
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