My morning was awesome! It was a miracle today! Right when my alarm went off, I got out of bed. How did this happen you may ask? Exercising. Last night, I ran around my neighborhood for about 20-30 minutes. I haven’t ran in a long time. I forgot how running made me feel…the wind in my face, the grass or pavement under my feet and the sweat under my brow. When I ran, no longer did I feel the heaviness of depression and/or the ruminating anxious thoughts that ran across my mind. All I thought about was the breaths for each step I would take to get to my destination. Ah! I truly do miss it! It’s a natural high. I can see why medical professionals say its best for people suffering with depression to stay active.
Medication can only do so much. I have noticed myself how even though medication helps me better deal with the symptoms of my anxiety and depression, it still makes feels me sleepy and sometimes anxious and depressed. Go figure. However, medication along with exercise has helped me develop better a mood, memory, and sleep cycles.
All in all, running helps me feel at peace. Now don’t get me wrong, it can get tiresome. It’s especially tiresome, since I haven’t ran in a looooong time. No matter. I will get past the exhaustion of both staying active and battling mental illness. Running, like most things life, you just have to go one step at a time.