I’ve noticed that there’s been a dearth of intrusive thoughts lately, which has been great. But no, instead my bipolar appears to be taking a different tact — a visual, sensual tact.
You see, I’m not one with a vivid imagination. I have admittedly been nearly cruel in planting images in other peoples’ heads, because my head just doesn’t retain such. So suddenly, I’m finding images trying to stick in my head, as well as a heavy dose of feeling them. It’s irksome, because what keeps coming to mind is previous experiences of certain sorts, and I don’t really desire to refeel them. It’s not particularly destructive as such yet, but I am ever so wary.
For now, I’ll just try to think over the images, to drown them out with song and what my eyes can actually see. It’s easy for the time being because I’m still feeling somewhat spoonful, so here’s hoping I manage to nail down the trick of blocking out this current assault before I run out of spoons.