I’m writing this post on the heels of what I wrote older this week, well-nigh the challenges of setting goals. I don’t know how, but in the last few years I’ve wilt fascinated with the concept of goal-setting. It might be the aspirational speciality of it, of self-improvement and wanting to get better. It could be that I enjoy the uplift of serotonin I get when I succeed that goal (however big or small). But I think what outranks all of that is how my goals remind me of who I am and who I want to be.

When it comes to my mental wellness, one of the most important things I can do is remind myself that I’m a person. I’m a living, breathing, doing-things-and-living-life person. Life has a way of remembering for us but I fathom the worthiness to remind myself, too. The reason this is so important to me is considering in the doldrums of every-day life, it can be easy to forget.

Our uniqueness can be lost or forgotten not only by others, but moreover ourselves. There are many ways I could describe who I am and what I’m well-nigh but whilom all, I’m a person. Not only that, but I am unique. I’m unique in my personality, in my likes and dislikes, in what I’m passionate well-nigh and what I segregate to do. And that matters.

This uniqueness moreover ways that my goals are unique. The things I want to accomplish, the goals I want to set and meet are unique to who I am and what my life is like right now. My goals don’t have to be realistic for anyone else except who I am, in this moment. And just like other habits and techniques for my mental health, these goals can change.

I know I can sound like a wrenched record at times, but that’s for a good reason. For many people, mental health is a rencontre we squatter every single day. We squatter a rencontre of getting out of bed in the morning. We squatter a rencontre of choosing to engage with the world, plane when we don’t know if we’re up to it. We squatter a rencontre of supporting when our mental health is in a bad place, and when we need help.

All day long, people squatter challenges that they can either engage with and ignore. For people experiencing mental illness, the luxury to ignore isn’t unchangingly possible. There’s a endangerment that I succeed my goals for today. That I can do everything I set out to do despite the ways my mental health might rencontre me. But in the same way, there’s an equal endangerment that those challenges will exist then tomorrow. That’s why I lean on who I am. I lean on the person I want to be, and the person I am now. Mental illness can depersonalize us, it can make us not finger real. But I am, you are, we are, and we’ll protract lanugo this road together.