But, I felt like I had nothing to write about.
Things here have been messy and ugly and I've been trying to pretend and force my way through it. I have felt so confused, out of control, and helpless. But, I'm so tired of explaining (and feeling like I'm complaining) to my caring friends and family. So, I tried my hardest to keep it all under wraps. That's a big part of why I haven't posted here either. I'm just tired of being so messed up.
I think I mentioned that my new psychiatrist put me on a new medication. And that I was feeling quite optimistic about it. That optimism lasted about a day and then life got crazy and stressful and I couldn't ever get back on track.
And then I felt like my emotions spiraled completely out of control. Last week, my therapist stopped me mid-appointment and asked, "Where are you (mood-wise) on a scale of 1-10?" I said, "I can't really tell you." He tried to clarify, "Usually, I can get a pretty good read on you from the moment you walk into my office. I can see when you're doing pretty well, and I can tell when it's been a rough week. But today, I'm having a very difficult time getting a read on you." I nodded my head and repeated, "I can't really say myself. I'm all over the place. When I started driving here, I felt sick to my stomach because I didn't want to tell you some of the things that have been going on with me. Then some good songs came on the radio and Darling A and I were rocking out and I was feeling great. And now, I've shared with you all of those yucky things I didn't want to have to say, and I'm not feeling so great again."
And that kind of summed up my day. Every day. For a couple of weeks.
And I started to seriously wonder if I'm just on a slow train to Crazyville. Which is not a pleasant subject to contemplate.
So, I've been scared, confused, angry, frustrated, and irritable.
Super fun for my family.
But, along the way I discovered (through help from the Holy Ghost) that my nurse practitioner had prescribed THREE medications and supplements that are actually known to increase manic episodes in people with bipolar.
That's really responsible medicine there, folks.
So, I went off of them.
And I think that may have been a big cause of the roller coaster ride. But, it lasted a lot longer than I expected it to and I was afraid it was never going to end, hence the train ride concerns. I even found myself wishing I could just go back to September. Before my break down. Before the hospital. Before all of the interventions.
Because things were not great then, but at least I felt like my insanity was intact. And I could have a good day here and there. And I wasn't snapping at my family all the time. Or hating myself.
But, I finally started to be able to work out again last week. The mono seems to be improving bit by bit. I can exercise and do some work around the house and as long as I get a nap in, I'm doing alright. It is still a struggle to not feel like a lazy slob and freak out about getting out of shape, but it's a struggle that is (slowly) getting easier to fight.
I even had a small opportunity to help a friend out last Friday. And it took me a couple of hours to make the connection, but that simple act of service really lifted my mood. And I remembered how much serving used to really help me combat the depression.
Until I got sick mentally and physically and everyone said, "Stop. You just need to take care of you." Good advice, I know. But, there is a reason we feel better when we help others. Lots of reasons, really. So, I need that too.
The good news is that my good mood has lasted since last Friday. It even survived a truly horrendous morning today, full of ornery and misbehave children. That hasn't happened in forever. I'm a little nervous to be typing this, for fear that I will jinx it.
But, I'm really hoping (while trying to keep my expectations low) that this is a sign that all of that junk is out of my system and my new med is finally kicking in.
Whatever the cause, HH and I are just really grateful for today. And yesterday. And Saturday. Good days had become like a distant memory. Maybe that sounds a little melodramatic, but it really was beginning to feel like I'd never have a good day again.
So, I'm happy for this moment. Regardless of what the next moment may bring.