Everybody has bad days. Everybody has bad weeks. Maybe for some of you, if you happen to be just as unlucky as myself, will have a bad month. There is truly nothing special about having a bad time when everyone around you has the ability to claim they are also having a terrible day. Who is to say your bad time is worse or perhaps a little less weighted than anyone else? This means that you – yes, you – have to continue contributing to everyday life like a normal, functioning human being along with everyone else, despite whatever it is you’re feeling inside. That really sucks.
Having a bad day, a bad week or month, is truly the most horrific period of time that one has to heave themselves through. I for one, am trying to make it to the morning without roundhouse kicking someone into next week; out of irritability, irrationality and the pressure of the world doing handstands in my head. It’s not as easy as just jumping into bed and knocking out a few hours of naptime; or going to the gym and shredding the treadmill to pieces, as your anger drenches from your body, leaving skid marks on your new trainers. It’s the kind of bad day where your otherwise beautiful mind wants you to sit and stress about everything and anything, just for fun. The kind of stress that has you obsessing over a broad range of spontaneous subjects; how can I be a journalist when I don’t know what ‘hegemonic’ means? How will boys fall in love with me when my nose is bigger than the article I have to read before tomorrow’s lecture? When will I have time to feed myself when I barely have time to breathe? Don’t ask me to the dishes when I am having an emotional breakdown!?
One of the best things to try and remember during these ridiculous periods of thunderstorms, of which the rain is probably just your tears because you haven’t stopped crying since yesterday, is that you need to breathe. I have a tattoo of a coffee cup on my ankle to remind me that sometimes it’s okay to just take a step back from the world and life, drink the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had…and just breathe. I understand this is not an easy thing to remind yourself to do, I had to get a freaking tattoo to remind myself and sometimes I can’t even see it because it’s on my ankle covered by a sock! But if you do have the ability to take a moment for yourself, you’ll be able to see that this is just another bad day. “Sometimes you need the bad days because it helps you truly appreciate the good ones.” It won’t last forever, even if you are a month in, at our ages we’re probably prone to phases like these just as likely as we are to catch ‘Freshers Flu.’ If anything, at least it’ll really help you enjoy and really absorb every second of life post-breakdown, as it’ll only be a sure amount of time before your next bad day.
Another thing we have to try and avoid during our reign of emotional terror, is to not do anything irrational, or start to make plans to obsess over as you believe it’s going to make everything okay. It’s time for me to clear my phone history before people find out I’ve been searching; how much are nose jobs? How long do eyebrow extensions last? How to get abs in 8 minutes. Part-time jobs in Cardiff. Where is all my money going? Can I hide a cat in University Accommodation? You may think during the time that these impulsive stress-induced decisions will fix everything, but your bad day is never going to end if you don’t stop believing that these fickle problems will not go away on their own. Maybe a nose job would make me more attractive, but is that going to help me right now? Am I going to immediately feel like a unicorn crapping out piles of rainbows and happiness once I educate myself on prices and how long it’d take me to save until I can get Mount Everest off my face? Not at all. So, do not allow yourself to believe for one second that this bad day won’t end, naturally.
Well, if I can’t sneak a cat into my University Dorm, how will this bad day end? I hear you all whispering into your tear-soaked hoodies, the answer is…I don’t really know. I can’t promise that tomorrow you’ll be great and back to normal, skipping to class with Conor Maynard serenading your ears and the boy you like will finally remember you’re in his seminars. But I can promise you that it will end. You will not be defeated by this bad day, oh no, you’ll persevere and prevail all the way to a brand new, good day – that you will be able to appreciate with all your heart, wholly and completely. When that day comes, you’ll look back and realise just how strong you are and just how beautifully you fought to bring yourself back to life. “It’s just a bad day not a bad life.”
So, let me see you all raise your coffees in the air, breathe deeply and fully and let all of that negative energy and bad, crazy thoughts out of your mind. Think positively, flower up the opportunities you’ll receive in the next few days. Find yourself entirely reloading for a brand new day. Remember, ‘bad days build better days’ and you’re ready to conquer them all.
Go Nuts Guys x
Having a bad day, a bad week or month, is truly the most horrific period of time that one has to heave themselves through. I for one, am trying to make it to the morning without roundhouse kicking someone into next week; out of irritability, irrationality and the pressure of the world doing handstands in my head. It’s not as easy as just jumping into bed and knocking out a few hours of naptime; or going to the gym and shredding the treadmill to pieces, as your anger drenches from your body, leaving skid marks on your new trainers. It’s the kind of bad day where your otherwise beautiful mind wants you to sit and stress about everything and anything, just for fun. The kind of stress that has you obsessing over a broad range of spontaneous subjects; how can I be a journalist when I don’t know what ‘hegemonic’ means? How will boys fall in love with me when my nose is bigger than the article I have to read before tomorrow’s lecture? When will I have time to feed myself when I barely have time to breathe? Don’t ask me to the dishes when I am having an emotional breakdown!?
One of the best things to try and remember during these ridiculous periods of thunderstorms, of which the rain is probably just your tears because you haven’t stopped crying since yesterday, is that you need to breathe. I have a tattoo of a coffee cup on my ankle to remind me that sometimes it’s okay to just take a step back from the world and life, drink the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had…and just breathe. I understand this is not an easy thing to remind yourself to do, I had to get a freaking tattoo to remind myself and sometimes I can’t even see it because it’s on my ankle covered by a sock! But if you do have the ability to take a moment for yourself, you’ll be able to see that this is just another bad day. “Sometimes you need the bad days because it helps you truly appreciate the good ones.” It won’t last forever, even if you are a month in, at our ages we’re probably prone to phases like these just as likely as we are to catch ‘Freshers Flu.’ If anything, at least it’ll really help you enjoy and really absorb every second of life post-breakdown, as it’ll only be a sure amount of time before your next bad day.
Another thing we have to try and avoid during our reign of emotional terror, is to not do anything irrational, or start to make plans to obsess over as you believe it’s going to make everything okay. It’s time for me to clear my phone history before people find out I’ve been searching; how much are nose jobs? How long do eyebrow extensions last? How to get abs in 8 minutes. Part-time jobs in Cardiff. Where is all my money going? Can I hide a cat in University Accommodation? You may think during the time that these impulsive stress-induced decisions will fix everything, but your bad day is never going to end if you don’t stop believing that these fickle problems will not go away on their own. Maybe a nose job would make me more attractive, but is that going to help me right now? Am I going to immediately feel like a unicorn crapping out piles of rainbows and happiness once I educate myself on prices and how long it’d take me to save until I can get Mount Everest off my face? Not at all. So, do not allow yourself to believe for one second that this bad day won’t end, naturally.
Well, if I can’t sneak a cat into my University Dorm, how will this bad day end? I hear you all whispering into your tear-soaked hoodies, the answer is…I don’t really know. I can’t promise that tomorrow you’ll be great and back to normal, skipping to class with Conor Maynard serenading your ears and the boy you like will finally remember you’re in his seminars. But I can promise you that it will end. You will not be defeated by this bad day, oh no, you’ll persevere and prevail all the way to a brand new, good day – that you will be able to appreciate with all your heart, wholly and completely. When that day comes, you’ll look back and realise just how strong you are and just how beautifully you fought to bring yourself back to life. “It’s just a bad day not a bad life.”
So, let me see you all raise your coffees in the air, breathe deeply and fully and let all of that negative energy and bad, crazy thoughts out of your mind. Think positively, flower up the opportunities you’ll receive in the next few days. Find yourself entirely reloading for a brand new day. Remember, ‘bad days build better days’ and you’re ready to conquer them all.
Go Nuts Guys x