Underestimating the sentimental impact of being ill

I’ve been recently under the weather, having “the flu”. I’ve been feeling like crap. To be honest, not much of this crap feeling was due to physical pain or discomfort; tiredness, muscle pain, sore throat…you might experience them even during light training sometimes. I can push through that. But emotional discomfort, oh my, what a burden!

It is today, almost three weeks after my first day of feeling bad, that I feel good, both physically and emotionally (in that specific order). Quoting The Smiths (unsure how I feel about this, lol):

“Does the body rule the mind? Or does the mind rule the body? I don’t know”

I also don’t know. Maybe they rule each-other.

Apparently, one is both its body and its mind, which are highly coupled. So, as a note to myself or to anyone reading this: it’s okay to feel bad if you’re feeling bad (awesome insight, right? /s)

Being myself an active person, when I’m ill and I’m resting (mostly laying on my bed without any physical nor mental intensive activity), there’s a part of me that is feeling trapped, a high amount of energy that is akin to do stuff. There’s an extra exercise that one would need to do: transmute that energy into peacefulness, mind blankness, silence, quietness, inactivity.

Being ill might bring emotional discomfort, and that’s fine. There’s no need to go into an existential crisis about why one is feeling blue, when your own body is telling you that saneness is not there to begin with.

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