Every day, I mean to come here and update. I mean to come back and post daily and get back into the habit. Even if nothing much is going on, it’s a good record of my day-to-day mental health. Between my private blog, microblogging nightly to G+, and general busy-ness… well, excuses, excuses.
How am I today, then? I’m okay-ish. I’ve been rocking a cold for weeks, and maybe it’s lifting now… maybe. It’s hard to tell. My mood has stabilized out after it crashed post-NaNoWriMo… I think. I’ve had a few wobblies come my way by making the mistake of trying to share parts of my life on Facebook, but I’ve not decided if that’s going to deter me or not. Most of the people from ‘real’ life are there, so it would make sense that I’d try to share my life there. But it doesn’t feel worth it when people try to bully you into being mad with them, or others rush to be ‘helpful’. Dudes and dudelettes, when it is so easy to not give unsolicited advice, why are so many people still giving unsolicited advice? It’s as simple as ‘May I offer a suggestion?’, and waiting for the target to agree. The onus of receipt is then upon the target, making the giver seem like less of a jerkstore. But maybe that much deference and submission is too hard for many? Beats me. Not to say that I’ve not given unsolicited advice a time or two (we all do), but I mainly do my best to respect the desires, wishes, and autonomy of others.
I’m also bemused that me being honest about my mental health state is, apparently, me making excuses for my behavior. Funny, I didn’t think that trying to make clear my existence with Bipolar II and how I try to keep my life sane was a bad thing! Having said that, it could be a cultural or generational thing; even now, it’s considered ‘wrong’ to be open about your mental health issues. Which is silly to me. I have Bipolar II. I am not a murder, nor am I likely to ‘flip out’ and do something ‘crazy’. I am doing my part to put a face to mental health disorders and showing that, oh hey, even with the crippling depression I’m saddled with, I’m still living a full and productive life. I’m also honest about things that are problem spots, such as how the problems with continuing and recurrent depression will probably continue to sabotage my social abilities for the rest of my life. But in that, it also tells me who my ‘real’ friends are going to be when I need them, hee hee.
Anyhoos, that’s enough semi-babble for now. I need to finish my coffee, and try to ignore the stupid headache. I’ve been taking pain meds once a day for the past week because of it, and it annoys me due to the probable reduction in efficacy. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t right? Ah well. 🙂