Holy guacamole, First name / friend.
Since I wrote to you at the end of February, a lot has happened:
- I re-launched Hello Brio with a brand new vibe and suite of services.
- We got furniture to sit on in our new house. (Makes a big difference, unsurprisingly.)
- I got booked out until May with my Whole Website Package (design, copy, + UX). Mind you, this has never happened for me before.
And the cringe-worthy, personal thing? I haven't share this with you yet, because quite frankly it's embarrassing, but I think it's important to highlight because it affects every aspect of my life.
I'm suffering from severe eczema on the palms of my hands leaving me with raw skin and multiple cracks, and it totally incapacitates me as a person:
- I can't open doors without pain
- I wince when I type
- I can barely hold my phone
- My husband has to cut my dinner up for me
- I can't sleep sometimes because of it
It's not a good look for a type-A mom of two.
I'm on the path to healing, as in I'm working with a nutritionist and naturopathic doctor who specialize in eczema… but it may be months or years before I get relief because the root cause is needs to be discovered.
The emotional pain is real:
- I feel like a failure as a mother and a wife because I can't contribute as much as I normally do.
- I feel guilty when I take time off of work in order to prioritize mental and physical health.
- I feel like I'm watching my business slip through my fingers as I ease up on professional development and growth.
None of this is true, but it just shows how dark it can get with this illness.
I share this not to get pity from you, but just to show you that not everything is as it seems on Instagram and elsewhere.
Yes, I launched a new site with photos of me smiling (taken by the fantastic Nicole Maria). The photos look great, but you can't see the mangled skin or the 125th time I ask my husband to open a jar or do something for me that day.
Yes, I'm posting nearly daily on Instagram, but you don't see the stress I'm under to do so, scheduling out posts in advance so that I can reduce stress (ironic, huh?).
Just remember—everyone is going through their own struggles. Be nice to people. Give them—and yourself—some grace.
Literally. Ask for help. Ask for deference. Do what you need to in order to prioritize your mental and physical health.