Currently listening to Spotify. Playing Norah Jones' Come Away With Me.
For those of you who aren't aware of this terrible sickness, PCS stands for Perfect Confluence of Suckage. The original post with definition can be found on the amazingly talented J.B. Lynn's blog.
She first introduced me to the signs and symptoms of PCS, and I wouldn't be surprised if it isn't something everyone faces at some point or another.
Today is my day. One of those days where you trip, catch yourself, fall anyway, get up bruised only to trip and fall again. But all of the falling is emotional and metaphorical - luckily I have yet to actually trip and fall today.
The thing about PCS is it's the enemy trying to get you down. It tries to wheedle into your brain and tell you how awful and incapable you are. It uses your friends, family, coworkers, and even random strangers to make you feel like you don't count, that your passion is irrelevant, and that you aren't good at what you do.
But just like J.B., I intend to defeat PCS (twitter hashtag #downwithPCS).
When you're feeling low, beaten, under appreciated and even unworthy, you have to remember these things aren't true. You aren't that person. You have value no matter WHAT a close friend said to make you feel like you were next to nothing.
Hopefully, that friend didn't mean it how it sounded - and even if he did, he probably didn't realize how it would affect you. You can't beat PCS by waiting for that friend to apologize...
You have to beat PCS by remembering that bad days happen. Sometimes life sucks. Buck up and move on!
The enemy can't take you down if you're picking yourself up by your boot straps and taking PCS head on.
Some laugh in the face of danger, but maybe on a day when you're suffering, it's best to laugh in the face of this sickness. You are stronger than the Perfect Confluence of Suckage. You are stronger than the negative comments that may or may not be sincere.
And when you are having trouble picking yourself up, call the friend or family member who will understand and help you stand. You don't have to do everything alone. I have a group of writer friends who remind me that I am a writer and I do serve a purpose, even if most of my non-writer friends don't care to acknowledge how passionate I am about it.
So put on your armor and face the days filled with PCS. Mine is over...and it truly was suckage (this genius got herself disqualified from a contest for not paying close enough attention)...but tomorrow is a new day, and it WILL be better.
It can only go up from here. There's always hope.
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