Anxiety today, anxiety yesterday, and little jags of depression today — yay! *rolls eyes* I knew the bipolar would come back around to whap me on the ass, but I’d hoped it would keep holding off. Having said that, I do wonder if I did to myself. I’m pretty sure that I didn’t. I’ve been very careful to not take too much extra onto my plate, but am still trying to do more with myself. But not too much more; the most strenuous things that I’ve pulled onto my plate lately is trying to cover more of the chores while my husband is taking it easy (he keeps pulling muscles that then pull other muscles and is sort of puny, bless him). I don’t begrudge him — he’s covered well for me over these years together when bipolar//depression have reared up and put me into non-functioning straits.
The little spikes up depression and anxiety could also be (I grudgingly admit) due to the part of my cycle I’m entering into. I’m not completely sure either, as my cycle has become a strange and less knowable thing in the past year and change. While it’s not as severe as it used to be in any aspect, it’s still an influx of hormones doing a system floody thing and making me come across as some whiny mock-up of femaledom (insert more eye-rolling here).
Anyways, things are still mainly holding up… fingers crossed they don’t keep nudging downward.