Growing up I hated routine. If only I had a dollar every time I fought with my parents over my routine, or lack thereof. After I joined the mental illness club, I hated routine even more. When I was depressed I could barely put one foot in front of the other, let alone think about routine. My mum’s words kept ringing in my ear, “you need a routine”.
Routine is a component of structure and it can be however you like it to be. You choose how it fits into your life. Sometimes I don’t even know I’m in a routine until a significant change happens in my life and I realise this way doesn’t work anymore, so I change it. I hate to admit it, but my parents were right on the importance of routine in ones life. For people with mental health issues, even more important. Routine will change, and should therefore be flexible.
I think I truly valued a routine when I began studying. I would have to adapt my routine each semester. A lot of trial and error ensued. At the end of one semester, I was just getting used to my new routine when the semester finished, and I had to change it again. A bit slow on the uptake.
I had to develop what worked for me, on my own terms, for a routine to become effective in my life.
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