In The Monthly Meltdown series, I review my previous goals, assess how I’m doing, and then set my new goals for the coming month.
OCTOBER GOALS | Time Stamp: 8:00
I did not walk Fern to three new places. I kept travelling this month and didn’t have my act together. But, I did try to take her on longer walks and make sure she got quality outside time. [8:00].
I’ve some what figured out buying a car? But mostly, I figured out which car I want. Looks like now is not a good time for me to make a big purchase (thanks, psychiatry!), but I’m glad that I learned that! [12:30].
I know what I’m going to get everyone, but didn’t actually buy them. I love my people, but let’s be real – they’d lose my presents if I sent them this early. [14:00].
Reflection On October
I ended up changing my focus from my three original goals and I’m not mad about it. I realized that financially, I need to focus on my health. I sought out and booked my first psychiatrist appointment in October, and that’s more important than me deciding which Honda Civic I want to take through the Taco Bell Drive-Thru.
To hear more about the goals I ended up focusing on, head to the 16:00 minute mark!
November Goals | 2019
To learn more about my NaNoWriMo experience, you can listen to my episode on how NaNo has helped my mental health here.
I’m a hot mess and tend to have issues keeping my home clean (i.e. my Spring Cleaning episode where my friend came over and we attacked my home for five hours straight). I’ve gotten so much better at maintaining my home and want to keep it up!
Between podcasting, NaNo, and my #sloblife, my posture is getting heinous. Yoga will be a great way to connect to mindfulness while also caring for my body.
I have spending issues where I think Amazon can cure my depression. Time to face the music and see where I’m putting my money!
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I use Digit to save up for my spending sprees. It’s been so helpful to prevent me from splurging! First 30 days are free, and then it’s $5/month. For me, the cost is worth it due to how much I was spending before!
Clarity is another budgeting app I’m using that has been eye opening. Clarity let’s you know how much you’ve spent on Taco Bell, Walmart, gas, etc. for either the last week, month, or…year. Yikes. But, also good to know! You can also make mini-savings goals in the app, check on your credit debt, and more.
I’m a creative person, so when I feel that source dwindle, I feel like I’ve lost part of who I am. If I can’t write, or podcast, or plan amazing Halloween costumes for my dog, then what good am I?
Part of having depression as a creative is learning to work with your depression, not against it. Some people find it useful to view their depression as a separate entity from themselves; others like to see it as a part of them. Whichever view you relate with most, use that perspective to help you. For me, I like to think that my depression gives me special insight, or a different perspective, on how to approach a project. I don’t create the same way I do when I’m out of an episode–and that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
In today’s episode, I share with you some ways I’ve powered through on creative projects when I’m feeling down, apathetic, lethargic…you know, depressed!
Vibrant Visionaries is a fantastic podcast hosted by Heidi Bennett. Heidi interviews multi-creatives about their process: what works, what doesn’t, struggles, wins, etc. It’s a great insight to other artists and creatives who have gone what you’re experiencing, and a well of advice to test out for yourself!
Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear by Liz Gilbert
Big Magic is a tad cheesy for my taste, but Liz Gilbert does an excellent job describing the pain, agony, and delight of chasing your muse. Quick read and great for a dash of inspiration!
Tessa Violet – my depression + creativity
Heart Of Thorns by Bree Barton
I return to this video all the time. Tessa Violet is a singer/songwriter who suffers from anxiety and depression. This video does a great job talking about how the label of “artist” or “creative” can create a life crisis if you do get depressed and can’t fulfill that title anymore.
I don’t normally read fantasy books. My usual go-to’s are either grotesquely romanticized World War II novels or an action-packed FBI novel. Bree Barton’s book has been SO FUN TO READ! Having a different story than I’m used to has helped me while I write mine for NaNoWriMo.
Last week, I attempted to cook up some chili. I figured the process would be simple – chili is essentially the garbage disposal of recipes. I assumed you dumped everything into a crockpot and then walked away.
Yet, I found a way to mess it up.
Making chili is easy and should be foolproof. But in my stubbornness and manic running around, I didn’t bother to grab one of my three cookbooks for a reference, nor did I feel the urge to look up a quick ingredient list online. Similar to how a bird naturally knows to migrate during the winter, I figured instinct would take over and create this dish.
That is how this happened:
My chili was watery, had an overwhelming flavor salt, and was not chili.
So, to roll with this failure, I’m claiming it as a SUCCESSFUL Stewli: a hybrid stew/chili.
Below, you’ll find the wonderful recipe for this SALTY SURPRISE.
…Should I not call it that?
I’d say send me your beautiful stewlis but
a) That sounds way too close to stool, and
b) I truly doubt anyone will be inspired by this recipe.
Instead, maybe share some recipes even I can’t mess up, and we’ll put it to the test.
Most people get seasonal affective disorder (SAD) in the winter, but I am part of the 6% – 10% of the population that gets SAD in the summer! The below series explores Summer SAD and what I’m going to do to quell my depression around this time!
This blog post accompanies the below podcast episode. Listen, read, and subscribe!
I have a handful of moments in my life where I have experienced complete and utter confusion, wondering what I am doing with my life. In no particular order:
When I unexpectedly found myself abandoned in Gatwick airport with no phone and no map.
When I brought my dog home for the first time and she jumped on my couch and it hit me – oh, I have a dog now.
When I sat in my car fifteen minutes before my first improv class where I knew no one.
Each of them brought their own stresses with them, and each of them turned out with varying degrees of happy to tragic endings. They were moments that forced me to get myself together and figure out what was happening, whether I had made the decision to be a part of it or not.
Right now, however, I am not alone in a foreign country. I am not bringing home a new pet, nor am I off taking new creative classes. I’m sitting at home in dead silence wondering what I am doing with my life.
The thought what am I doing isn’t said out of fear for me most times. I find that usually I’m making sure that I haven’t “fallen asleep” with my life. Lately, I feel like I’ve been fringing on waking up and to be honest, I could not even begin to tell you what I mean by that. I have NO idea what I mean by that – and for a gal who owns two tarot decks and three crystals, consider me shook.
My friend, Laura, runs a blog about her running adventures that parallels her creative experiences as well. She started posting writing prompts to not only motivate herself to write more, but to get everyone else off their ass and…get back on their ass to write. I completed the prompt and had a spine-chilling moment.
I had forgotten I loved writing.
I have loved writing since I was little. I used to think I didn’t have a passion growing up because there aren’t really writing clubs for elementary kids, and most people don’t think putting down that you isolated yourself in your room for hours on end writing stories is great to put on a resume. But writing has always found a way back to me. I abandoned it when I started high school, and then it crept back in my junior year. I dropped it for a while again, but then I had a professor in college who looked me dead in the eye and asked, “Have you ever thought about a career in writing?”
That question changed my life. Is that too dramatic? It is. But I get to say that because i AM A WRITER aNDd drama iS IN M y BLOOD.
I decided to give my writing a chance. I took writing classes. I joined the newspaper. I sat down and gave it my all, and absolutely loved it.
When I graduated, I lost touch with that side of myself again. I assumed that my writing had only been fueled by a grade, that the pressure to receive an A had been my only motivation. Any great pieces I had were the product of a judgement system.
This, my heifers, is imposter syndrome at its finest.
I do NaNoWriMo religiously each year, and every year I remember how much I love writing. But, I’m afraid to say, I really have stopped writing outside of November. I’ll do blogs which, for some reason, I don’t count as writing. Good for me. But I haven’t sat down, thought about a project, and then completed it in a long time.
So, when my friend Laura nagged me to do her prompt (I’m kidding, Laura. Kind of.), I thought “I’ll just word vomit and get over it.”
Reader, I did not get over it.
Since the writing prompt, I can’t stop thinking about my writing career, what I’ve done with it, and if I’ve lost what I had built up. Like I said, writing always comes back around for me, and I love it every time. It’s like each time I mention going to the gym and how great it is for me, but in between lulls of working out, I think I absolutely hate it. The main difference is that I yoyo more with my writing and have, uh, more lulls with the whole gym thing.
This is why I am finding myself tonight, sitting under my gravity blanket, thinking about what I’m doing with my life. Or, more importantly, what am I now going to do with my life? And to ask this question requires me to have some ski poles at the ready because I tend to do the Diamond Back slippery slope trail on that one.
I’m not sure what the answer is, but I’m hoping my March Mental Health goals will help me get there. Here’s what I’m hoping to accomplish in March
Write 5 days out of the week
Have a finished writing piece by the end of the month
Care for my body by working out and eating healthy
Care for my soul by not holding back
If I’ve learned anything from this experience, it’s that you shouldn’t ignore the universe when it keeps aggressively throwing things your way.
What is the one thing I’d never do? I’m torn between two:
Unfortunately, I see two flaws with these choices. For one, if the apocalypse happens, I may not have much of a choice on the space travel. The second is that murder should have been the first thing that came to mind and it wasn’t? And now I’m having some really weird moral debate with myself. Would I kill someone to save my dog? Isn’t that a bit much? Why am I talking about killing people? How do I get out of this topic I’ve fallen into?
Anyway, this was the question that popped into my head the other night and I couldn’t stop wondering what would be something I would absolutely never do, and how there were definitely things I used to think I would never do but then did.
How about smoking a cigarette? I only did it once, and to be fair, my friends and I had just been abandoned in a bar at 3:00 a.m. in the middle of Oslo, Norway with no idea where we were, and someone offered me a cigarette. I figured, what the hell, I’m probably going to get kidnapped and die tonight anyway. Might as well have one final (well, first) puff before I am trapped in a cell for the remainder of my days.
It was gross, I handed it back, and spoiler alert, I was not kidnapped and caged.
How about ordering a medium Meatzza from Dominos and eating it all in one sitting? I had some adorable body image issues growing up, and for some reason, Teenager Elaine decided that the truest sign that she had fallen off the deep end and had become “fat” was if she sat down and ate a whole pizza in her adulthood.
Ha. Ha ah. Ha ah ha ah ha ah ha.
I definitely did this three times in 2018. I didn’t feel great about it, and it’s definitely not a decision I would recommend to others (I mean, the Meatzza is amazing but it’s also called a Meatzza). In a weird way, it felt empowering? Like, fuck you Meatzza, you are mine now? Anyway, one unhealthy decision doesn’t suddenly make you “fat” and mean that you’ve completed made your life go down the drain. So, I work actively hard to not eat whole pizzas by myself, but accept that life happens.
How about murder? I was five years old when I first wielded my battle ax.
You know what, never mind. I’ll save that story for my tell-all in twenty years.
We change as people over the years, and sometimes we end up doing things that our older selves would have thought completely unacceptable. Whether that’s a good or bad thing really depends on the situation. It’s healthy to look back on your past and see why you had reasons for “never doing that one thing.” Do you have a habit you’ve taken up that maybe you shouldn’t have? Or, have you let something slide that you can forgive yourself for?
Also, sometimes we change and grow for the better with our list of nevers. I was never going to get on an airplane because the sheer terror I felt at the idea made me feel sick. But travelling is one of my biggest passions in life, and I’d never have that part of my life if I didn’t do my never thing.
In the end, perhaps never doesn’t have to mean always.
And that sounded really profound in my head, but now that I’ve written it down, it sounds like some kind of crap I would pull out in English class.
Sunday night is the absolute worst. Usually, my Sunday evenings consist of a mountain of dishes, no groceries, dirty floors, and me – unshowered and in the same sweatpants I put on Friday.
It’s not super glamorous.
When I recorded “Sunday Scaries,” it was actually a Sunday night and I was using recording as a way to avoid my list of to-dos that I had put off the entire weekend. To be fair, meal prepping is incredibly boring and I never have enough clean tupperware to last me the whole week. Is that my fault? Maybe. Mostly. It is. But why can other people not keep up with their household and they are completely fine?
*Please note that some sad violins are playing in the background when I ask this, and I’m usually three glasses deep into a bottle of Merlot.
I think sometimes I feel like I have to blob, otherwise I haven’t properly enjoyed my weekend. When else do I get to just sit on the couch? Does it matter that it makes me miserable? No, because I’m going to do my weekend.
So, as you can see, I’ve created a vicious routine for myself.
I wish I was one of those people that had a helpful anxious habit. If every time I got stressed I had the urge to clean dishes, that would be fabulous. Or, if each time I felt a panic attack coming on, I felt like doing a forty-five minute HITT workout instead, that would be great.
Instead, these are my varying states of woe:
Stress eating with my hands – no plates.
Watching a show I don’t like for hours on end.
Checking all of my apps for about three seconds at a time.
Staring forlornly out of my window.
These habits contribute nothing except maybe a fluctuating ten pounds or so. There’s also this weird time warp that will happen on Sunday evenings when I’m laying on the floor or looking out the window when I feel like I finally see how depressing my life is.
I wake up. I eat. I go to work. I come home. I eat. My dog deserves better. This is my life. A bird that shits on a statue has more going on than me.
I basically am the queen of throwing my own pity party and then revising my history into gray scale. It’s like being Stalin. Kind of. Not really. Not even close.
It’s hard to change a habit, especially if you revel in it. That’s not to say that I want to be miserable. But I almost feel like I’m supposed to be miserable. Or, rather, I’m just used to being miserable Sunday evening, so why bother.
This month, I’m working to change that attitude. I won’t beat myself up when I do end up blobbing, but I want to be aware when I fall into my spirals. I also want to stop complaining about my life when I don’t try to take steps to make it better.
I mean, I plan to complain the whole time I’m trying but at least I’m trying.
I chose three goals I wanted to accomplish this month. They aren’t crazy. In fact, they are very damn attainable. But they’re dumb things I have been putting off for no good reason. In fact, here are some other dumb goals I need to work on that didn’t make the cut this time:
Doing my dishes. Regularly. To any extent.
Folding my laundry each time I wash a load. And then putting it away. In normal place. Not on my floor.
Giving my dog a bath. At some point. Actually, never mind, let’s push that off still.
Washing my bathrooms.
Responding to texts within a day. Or two. Or a week. Oops.
Budgeting my money. Or even tracking it. Having any sort of knowledge of my money. Do I even have money left?
Make my bed. That’s pretty easy and I don’t do it. I’m still riding high in that teenage-rebellion against a mother who made me make my bed every day. My inner child has officially died.
Buy a new bed. My current bed sucks. But this requires me to budget. So.
Taking all of that on at once, however, would be incredibly overwhelming. That’s why I’ve chosen to only focus on three goals instead of My Top Twelve Reasons To Have A Panic Attack. I’m hoping that this will change my Sunday Scaries into something more pleasant. There is no point in freaking out about my list instead of just…doing it!
And that’s what I recommend you try this Sunday. See what habit you can change that leads you into the weekend blues. What thought triggers the panic? What action makes it worse?
Here’s how I’m tracking so far with my February Anxiety Goals:
How do you deal with the sunday scaries?
Angus Eye Tea episodes come out every Wednesday, which you can check out here.
After a month-or-so long break, it is FANTASTIC to be back in the swing of things on this podcast! I had so much existential dread about Angus Eye Tea that I almost needed to make a podcast about making my podcast about anxiety.
You’ll notice a few new things around here – first, that now we’re on SPOTIFY. Second, that I’m uploading on Wednesdays now! And third, that each episode will have an accompanying blog post to expand on any shenanigans I briefly touch on in the podcast. I want Angus Eye Tea to be available to all sorts of media users, so if you’re hard of hearing, listening to a podcast is probably a drag. So, voila! Episode Notes are here!
Right, so, uh…my tarot reading for 2019 basically suggested I would have bad relationships, nothing would last, and vacations/plans/projects would be cancelled. That was not really the inspiring, I am one with the Universe sort of mystical wonder I was looking for. I was hoping I would get some cards that would say, “Wow, you’re going to buy a house! And have ten boyfriends who are ALL RICH. Oh, and you’re going to travel the world for free and have no worries at all.”
But, as you heard, that did not happen. Do these cards actually determine the outcome of my life? No. I have free will to act against them, be aware of their warnings, and also, this deck was from Barnes & Noble. How mystical can it really be?
The problem actually stems from an issue where I tend to look back on each year and go, “well, damn. That’s another one down the drain.” I haven’t had a kick-ass year in a while. I have some pretty good stretches, but I can’t help but think of overarching issues that clouded my years. The first example that comes to mind for me would be the year I studied abroad in Dublin. That was the most incredible experience. I pushed so many of my anxiety boundaries, saw Europe, made great friends, and had a great time.
But, after those four months, I came home and fell into a horrific depression. I was coming to terms with the fact that something actually was up with my mental health. It had become apparent during my travels that I had an anxiety “issue” that made me irritable and unable to enjoy certain outings that everyone seemed completely fine with. Coming back to my life, I had an overwhelming feeling that I had settled in so many aspects of my life. That made me incredibly sad after months of adventure, and I continued to spiral from there.
Then, my senior year of college began and I was bored. So, so, so bored. I had a lot of time to think. Too much time, really. I thought about how I was stuck in Spartanburg, South Carolina. I thought about how I would most likely end up back at my parents house in Ohio after graduation. I thought about how I would become scared again and lose the anxiety-fighter muscles I had gained in Ireland. That I would never travel again, and I’d be too afraid to interview for a job. In my eyes, I had peaked and life would offer me nothing moving forward.
And yes, if you guessed “wow, was Elaine depressed that year?”, congrats! You win!
Long story short, I started seeing a counselor, I survived that year, got a job, and here I am today! But if I looked at 2015, would I say it was a good year? Eh. First part – fabulous. Second, bigger part – shit show.
I could go on, but you get the picture – my years tend to have golden months or moments, but I usually can only see the times my depression or anxiety clouded over and took away time from me.
Anyway, going through the tarot reading and the horoscopes made me realize that I want to change how I view each year of my life. It’s easy for me to connect every depressive episode I had sprinkled throughout the winter and perceive my whole year as those darker moments. I’m not someone who can remember all the good parts, especially when I’m in the thick of anxiety/depression fun.
This year, I want to be outside of my head more. I want to help others, whether it be supporting someone’s dream or donating to a cause or donating my time to help someone. It’s easy for me to stay trapped in Elaine’s Doomsday World, and I think this year it’d be nice if I took more vacations. I’ve come up with a quick list below of ideas on how you can better your year and avoid “bad-year-itis.”
How to defeat your “bad year streak”
Keep a journal that you write in frequently. It can be bullet points, blurbs, or really annoying prose that hopefully no one will ever read. The journal will act as your evidence throughout the year to stop you from making blanket statements such as, “this entire year has sucked so far.”
Plan ahead so your year isn’t a shit-show. Sorry, was that aggressive? Right, any who – if you dedicate one day a week or even a month doing something you know will be relaxing, enjoying, or fulfilling, then scientifically you can’t have a bad year. Science and maths say so. Algorithms. Yes.
Stop evaluating how good your life is by one year. Nothing stays the same, so why would you try to judge your life by such a large and varying measurement? You can still have good years and bad years, but that doesn’t mean that your life is graded at the end of each year. And if you feel like your year is graded, who are you competing against and why?
Lastly, stop trying to support your theory that you’re on a bad year streak. If you believe it, you’re going to try to find evidence to prove it. There will obviously be things we can’t control, but try to focus on the parts of your life that you can control
Angus Eye Tea episodes come out every Wednesday, which you can check out here.
Inspirational quotes such as these can help us find the truth within ourselves. I, for one, love cheese. But you know what I don’t love? Dealing with my problems.
I have become an expert at avoiding all types of conflict and problems in my life through my tried-and-true method of Self-Denial. Below you’ll find these amazing tips that you can start using in your life to hide your issues from not only those you love but most importantly, yourself.
1. Whenever the problem presents itself, laugh and take a shot.
This option could lead you to get blackout drunk which, let’s be real, is the ideal situation. Let’s say the issue is an event that made you really mad, but no one else was pissed off by it. Each time someone brings it up and laughs, pull out your “medicine” and drink up. When your vision starts to blur, you know you’re on the right track to forget your woes!
2. Tell everyone that the problem is actually something else.
Did you stay up late last night crying and friends are asking you this morning why you look so tired? Psh, you did not weep over Mufasa’s death at 1:00 a.m. Come up with a story that explains your state, but also makes you seem cool, hip, and jiggy. Here, you might say, “Oh, gosh, no, I was up late talking to be Swedish boyfriend who is rich.” Very believable and chic.
3. Run Away
Some people in your life may try to confront you directly. The most mature way to handle such confrontations is to throw whatever is in your hands into the air, scream, and then sprint away. It doesn’t matter if you are in your house or at the mall, the Roar ‘n’ Run method works 8 times out of 10.
*We found the two other times it does not work happen to be when the police are involved or if you’re on an airplane.
Nothing is healthier than eating your feelings. Hell, eat other people’s feelings, too. Walk up to the saddest person near you, swipe their fries, and go about your day. My, don’t you feel better already?
5. Distract With Flatulence
Your therapist says you seem defensive. Ha, sucker doesn’t know defensive yet! Eat some beans and have your cannons at the ready for these sort of caring and important questions that attempt to break down your walls. Once the intrusive question is released, it’s time to spread your cheeks and let your butt-trumpet sing. Everyone will be flabbergasted by your gas, causing the perfect distraction to move on to other topics.
Self-awareness is overrated and you don’t need anyone! Take a look in the mirror, try not to gag, and look at yourself dead in the eye. You are invincible! Sort of! And beneath your calm exterior is a raging and dark self, fighting to get out and decay your whole body. Cute!
What’s your best way to stay in self-denial? An igloo of isolation? Retail therapy on miniature figurines? Cheese?
When I get depressed, I am completely useless when it comes to feeding myself properly. I get too anxious to go grocery shopping, so I end up ordering in a lot of food. And that food is, uh, not salads. Because I’m already depressed soooo why would I order a salad? Right? Hm.
Anyway, that causes a ripple effect where I start to stress while depressed. I get worried about:
All the money I’m spending.
The weight I’m gaining.
My inability to go grocery shopping (and that’s more a frustration than a stress).
How I’m depending on these meals to make me happy and, in the end, it never cures me. Like, how rude of you, burger.
As the years have gone by, and I’m now an adult with a job and a home, I’ve had to find ways to properly feed myself even when I’m depressed. I’ve put together a list of EASY and SIMPLE meals so that you can continue to be a functioning human being.
I am not a doctor or a nutritionist.
These meals are not meant to treat your symptoms or cure you in anyway. I’m not even sure they are all SUPER healthy. The idea with this list is you eat one of these meals instead of eating chips for every one of your meals.
With all that being said, here’s my menu:
I absolutely hate the name I gave this dish, but once I thought of it, it refused to go away. It nagged me in my sleep, haunted me throughout the days. The horrendous combination of mug and omlette into mugglette could not be undone.
A quirky mug. If your mug is not quirky, GTFO LOSER. Jk, hope you feel better soon.
A dash of liquid: Milk, Water, Tears of Your Enemies
Optional: Veggies, cheese, whatever the hell you like in your eggs.
Grab your quirky mug that you never use because it’s “hand wash” but you totally put it in the dishwasher. Each time you put in the dishwasher, a piece of you dies and you realize you are way too emotionally attached to an inanimate object.
Crack 1-2 eggs into the mug. I usually aim for two. If you’re feeling super #swol, screw it, put three in there. Who cares – the eggs are giving you protein and are real food, so good for you!
Then, you’re going to add your liquid. I like to use almond milk because every time I have cow milk in my house, I guzzle it. And while milk has some cool things like vitamin D and some other stuff for bones or whatever, it also has fat and I tend to eat a shit ton of cheese, so for me, this is my compromise where I’m like, k almonds, do your thing.
That was a long paragraph to say that you can use the milk of your choice. If you have no milk, water actually works just fine. Your eggs just won’t be as creamy. And I hate that I called this Mugglette ‘creamy.’ Hm. One more time: creamy.
I put in just a dash of milk – like a .5 second tipping of the container so that enough pops out but when it pours onto the eggs, it doesn’t cover them all the way. Is that a description cooks use?
Once your liquid is poured, grabbed a fork and destroy those yolks. Whisk it like you mean it. If you have veggies or cheese or regrets, pour those in now and give it a stir.
Put the mug in the microwave for 1 minute. Stir. Put it in the microwave for 30 seconds to 1 minute. Make sure your eggs are cooked all the way and then just freaking eat the dang thing out of the mug.
Despite this long-ass description, total prep and cook time is three minutes.
BOWL OF FROZEN FRUIT
A bag of frozen fruit.
You go to the frozen section of the grocery store. You avoid the ice cream and instead, buy a bag of sugar-free frozen fruit. I like strawberries, so I buy that. Frozen fruit doesn’t rot as fast as the fresh fruit does that I buy and then neglect, kind of like how I neglect myself! Ha ha ha! FUN.
Fill up a little bowl or plate with the fruit and either wait for it to thaw or just eat it cold. Some therapies suggest a drastic temperature change can also help you get out of a funk or an anxiety high. Thus, you should most definitely take two handfuls of frozen fruit and shove it in your mouth.
A packet of oatmeal.
A vessel to contain your hot oat mush.
Get hot water. Get packet. Merge. Feel free to add some of your frozen fruit here as well. If you don’t have clean bowls left, you can do this in your handy-dandy mug as well!
Store-bought cereal. Preferably one that isn’t 100% sugar and one that is only 85% sugar. (Fruity Pebbles vs. Special K).
If you like wet cereal, your liquid of choice.
A spoon or, if no spoons, a sassy fork.
Open box of cereal. Open plastic bag. Pick up half of the cereal that flung out when you opened the bag. Pour desired amount into bowl. Add milk of any kind. Put spoon it and bring it to your face. Repeat until finished. Optional to add fruit (bananas go well here!).
PB BANANA WAFFLE
Frozen waffle. I get whole wheat because I’m soy healthy.
Peanut butter – preferably sugar-free.
Plop the waffle into the toaster. Once it’s toasty-woasty, smear peanut butter onto that bad boy. Then, slice up some banana coins and place the fruit on top. If you’re not used to sugar-free peanut butter, feel free to add some honey.
This is such an easy meal that I actually forget about it a LOT. Oops.
Get bread. Get cheese. Get meats. Veggies optional. Get a condiment. Merge in any order that pleases you. Recommended that bread goes on outside, but live your best life.
While you have all this shit out, go ahead and make two or three sandwiches. This will save you the hassle of having to make meals later. Look at that you productive, depressed person!
A fucking can of soup.
If you were unable to clean your dishes, you can rinse out the fruit bowl you used earlier and now make it a soup bowl. Open the can of soup, preferably into the bowl. If you choose to splash it onto your counter using the blow dryer method, please seek professional help. I cannot help you.
Microwave the soup according to directions or, you know, feel it out. Save the rest of the soup for another day or your next meal (there’s no shame in repeating meals in the same day as long as IT’S NOT CHIPS).
A russet potato.
Toppings of choice: cheese, nonfat Greek yogurt, chili/beans, meats, veggies, etc.
Wash that tater. Wrap it in a paper towel blanket like a newborn. Wet the paper towel, preferably with water. Microwave for a long ass time – usually 6-8 minutes depending on your wattage. Try stabbing the potato to see if it’s ready or not. Once cooked, open the potato and throw shit all over it. I like to use Greek yogurt as a sour cream substitute because when I smother my potato in toppings, I truly can’t taste the difference and it’s a slightly healthier option. But feel free to sour cream it up!
While your potato is sizzling in the microwave, use those minutes as a countdown clock and see how much of your kitchen you can tidy up.
I know this is pretty hypocritical of me to put since I just roasted salad in my intro, but they are easy to make and healthy (depending on what you do to it) so alas, here is a salad:
Buy lettuce of choice. The bagged lettuce tends to wilt fast so either shove that thing in another bag/container, or buy that fancier organic shit in the plastic container because it will last longer. Yeah, it’s more expensive, but I actually have time to eat the whole thing vs. the bags I have one salad from and then toss.
Choose a dressing. Ranch is yummy but also not the healthiest. But again, the point is that WE’RE EATING REAL FOOD. If you have no dressings on you because you forgot, see if you have some olive oil. Drizzle that on salad with salt and pepper.
Veggie add in suggestions: tomatoes, cucumber, carrots, mushrooms, corn.
Pretty simple – stick your grubby little paws into everything, throw it in a bowl, mix it up and voila – a salad. This can be a really good way to make sure you’re getting some vegetables in your system which, in turn, will give you more energy. I get very fatigued with my depression, and my burgers definitely do not do me any favors.
These meals aren’t mind blowing, I know, but when I fall into an episode, I forget that meal prep can be easy. Not every dish has to take 30+ minutes to make, and sometimes my kitchen and my energy are equally a mess. Enjoy each victory you have with each meal you make yourself. Instagram your ugly-ass megglette. It’s a fucking win. #Megglettes.
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