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I've not posted on my blog for over a month. Kind of lost my nerve. And the longer I leave it, the harder it's become to post again.

I have been on the verge of abandoning the blog altogether. Questioning what the point of it is. Why don't I just keep my journal? What benefit is there to putting my thoughts out there on the web?

When I started this blog it was partly about seeking connection and community. This may or may not be a good motivation. I was inspired partly by coming across While I like the ethos behind, I'm not sure I'm quite the right fit for it, but that's for another day.

I don't know if it's possible to write a blog without seeking some sort of validation, even if it's just a tiny element of why you do it. I struggle with this. I would like to be able to say that I really don't care if no one ever reads my blog, but I don't think could.

Another factor in publishing to the web is that maybe someone will come across my posts about my mental health issues. It really helps me when I find the posts of others who have similar issues. Feeling isolated and alone is a real problem when dealing with these things and just knowing that someone else knows what it's like, even if they never know you have read their posts, or that you are going through the same sort of things, it's a comfort, a connection and a sense of community and belonging.

With all of this churning around in my mind over the last few weeks it was quite the the thing to see a post from Colin Walker pop up in my feed on this very topic. Much of what he writes rings true for me, right now.

It's a difficult choice — knowing when to persist and when to walk away. Sometimes walking away is the only thing you can do, you need to allow yourself the space to recover and regroup. I've written in the past about the need to do so for fear of having everything crash down around you.

A few sentences later:

As time passes, a sense of guilt wells up inside you. You know that you should be posting but, for whatever reason, can't bring yourself to do so.

Yup, what he said.

My own particular angle is that there is always a tension in anything I do. Between my desire to do the thing, and my desire to not do the thing because of a lack of self belief and having to look that lack of self belief in the eye. One cancels the other out and so often the default is that the thing doesn't get done.

Colin's post is in reference to a post from Nicky, who is wrestling with similar issues, the first time I've come across his blog.

A post from Bix which also popped up in my feed, talks about both Colin's and Nicky's posts, among others.:

All of these things are interconnected, even if barely any part of it is in direct response to any other part of it. Even when not talking about blogging, specifically, all of these people are talking about the same things.

In a very real way, even if none of them ever see the others’ posts, they’re also talking to each other.

These posts all speak to me in various ways. And give me the courage to carry on blogging.

I often don’t feel like writing on the blog. That’s not to say I don’t want to. In fact, I really want to and really want to feel like writing.

Life frequently goes past in a blur, which is partly why finding the energy to write can be hard.

Having just written a post I realise(why has it taken this long?) that writing forces me to stop and think and reflect.

When I don’t have time to reflect it bothers me. Can really get me down. If I don’t have time to process what happens in the blurred part of life I feel disconnected. So as a note to self, even though making myself write can sometimes seem like it requires more energy and focus than I have in a given moment, it is worth the effort as it forces me into that zone where I can reflect and process.

Despite doing the puppy thing before, I had forgotten that when they hit the ‘teenage’ phase the ability to self-regulate goes completely out the window.

A brave decision from Stuart Broad to retire on a high. I’m sure if he carried on he’d still be as successful for some time to come. But there is something sad about watching a sportsperson’s ability slowly wane.

I shall miss seeing him as part of the England team. What a career.

Does it take less effort to consume knowledge and ideas than create your own?

If I stop to think about it, to consider how often I pick my phone up to look something up rather than put down my own thoughts, I would say yes.

It feels rewarding to find the answer to a question. But I do wonder to what extent I substitute creative thought with collecting knowledge.

I love the new Amazon Prime ad I keep hearing on podcasts that is promoting ad-free listening. It’s very keen to emphasise that listening to podcasts via Amazon Prime/ Amazon Music is ad-free.

And then finishes with a disclaimer that some shows may have ads. 😂

I’ve been trying to get all my photos in to the same location. Or locations.

Makes me realise that I have a shitload of photos. And also a load of shit photos.

It’s the curse of digital. It’s got me thinking about film again.

Whenever anxiety gets the better of me the urge to do something, usually physical, is very strong. Often that can result in a flurry of frantic activity, poor decision making and irritability with those around me. All of which, surprise surprise, only feeds the fire.

Running is proving to be a good alternative outlet for that energy. I’ve always known that some sort of physical exertion has helped but allowing a run, or even a walk, to be a conduit for dispelling anxiety is really helping.

This last week or so has been a good example. I mentioned two curved balls a few days ago; a valuable if frustrating contract for the business is unexpectedly coming to an end, and I learnt that my mum is more unwell than we previously understood.

Being able to go for a run or a long walk has proven to be a really good way of burning off all the nervous energy that’s been kicking around.

One of those days where not one, but two curved balls come your way. One unexpected but not entirely surprising, one that I knew about but has suddenly taken a turn that I didn’t see coming. One related to work and one related to a family member.

I’m reminding myself that in Stoic parlance they are both ‘dispreferred indifferents’. Which is an amusingly dispassionate term, but I do get it. Given that both things have emotionally drained me, and will do so for some time to come, I hope my interest in Stoicism will come in use.

I just looked back through posts from previous summers to see if and how often I mention sleep and energy levels through the height of summer. There are a couple of mentions.

Compared to the rest of the year it feels like it’s a different state, although without any records of my sleeping hours I can’t be sure. Regardless, there is this period during the summer when the nights are short where, on the one hand, I want to be awake, to take in all that the long days have to offer, and on the other, I slowly feel more and more drained.

Stuff that I do slowly gets paired down to the bare essentials. The things I like to do make way for the things I have to do. For example, posting here has tailed off completely for about 3 weeks. I have had things to post about but haven’t been able to muster the energy to write.

Weirdly, the running has continued. It’s really just a case of putting one foot in front of the other. I don’t need to engage my brain so much. And it helps my mood in a big way. So maybe the drain of energy is more mental than physical.