I Seem To Be Watching More True Crime…
Because there’s nothing more calming than some grisly murder before bed.
Warning: This post references true crime and murder, and discusses mental health problems — especially Anxiety.
Disclaimer time: I am not any type of psychological, medical, or scientific expert. I’m a chick with a blog, nothing more, nothing less.
Wild-child that I am, of an evening I like to get myself a snack, and a glass of diet coke, and watch TV for a while.
Lately that’s meant, more often than not, true crime.
Because there’s nothing more calming than some grisly murder before bed.
I’ve talked before about how true crime is actually really good for my mental health — it weirdly improves helps me focus, helps me sleep, and is no end of help with my Anxiety.
(And this is your regular reminder that if you’re someone who finds true crime a hindrance rather than a help for your mental health, then it’s 100% A-OK to not watch/consume it.)
Lately, I seem to be watching a lot of the stuff.
Now, partly that’s because I’ve had a rough time of it with family illnesses etc., meaning that I’ve had to try to remember to up my self-care game to match.