I couldn’t tell you what’s up (or down) with my bipolar today. I’m trying to prep my notes for my appointment next month, and I’m just sort of at a lack for what to say. I mean, okay, stuff has happened of both up and down natures. That’s noted. But I’ve said it before, and saying it again… well. I know that I have to keep tabs on it and report what’s happening in order to have better treatment, but it’s still weird and hard and awkward-feeling for me. I loathe repeating myself, which was why it was so.freaking.difficult for me to try and kickstart my diagnosis after it got sidelined and dismissed.
Still, I can surmise that things are decent. I’m bathed, in actual clothing (instead of immediately diving back into pajamas), and overall cheerful. I’ve been getting things done around the house. As I noted last night on G+, I am sort of at peace with not doing super-much; I can consciously acknowledge that I am attempting to figure out relaxation (something my lovely bipolar brain has generally denied me my entire life). I needed to acknowledge that ‘out loud’, I think; things that I write out on my online blogs tend to be let go to become one less burden on my always tense shoulders.
For now though, I’m going to find something resembling lunch, and then try to get some chores done.