I had an exhausting day today. Just now I’m sitting and taking some time to myself for the first time all day. That’s about 16 hours of non-stop interaction with someone or something. And this didn’t happen because I did a poor job of prioritizing my Me Time today (I don’t think), but because of a few unexpected things that disrupted my routine.
By the time I was finishing the last bedtime tuck-ins for the kids, I was practically twitching with the need to be ALONE. Beautifully ALONE.
So here I am. An introvert with an ice cream sandwich – and I couldn’t be happier.
I’ve been learning more about my introversion, thanks in particular to elliedodge and 61musings. Perhaps more importantly, I’ve been learning to appreciate my introversion – and to stop trying to fit with our cultural tendency to value only extroverts.
Isolation, and the need to be alone, are such a part of my depression. But they’re part of my introversion too. It leads me to wonder… Are there true extroverts who suffer from depression as well? I’m sure there must be, because of course there are no absolutes like “All depressed people are introverts.” But… does it tend to be the case that those who suffer from clinical depression or even anxiety are introverts rather than extroverts? I’m curious.