And because it’s World Mental Health Day, I feel like I should have something inspiring and outstanding to say, some deep-meaning pile of thought and experience. Instead, I’m full of burrito from the new Mexican food truck in the town centre, and half-asleep, basking in my relatively still brain. Which, of course, isn’t a complaint — I value the stillness. That my brain is calm and quiet enough that I can *gasp* vaguely relax and enjoy it is a sign that I’m currently the winner in the ongoing battle against Bipolar II and its lil’ buddy, Depression.
Having said that, I continue to be physically run down and fatigued, so this is fortunate. I’m not able to do-do-do like my brain ‘needs’ me to do when it’s panicking over nothing. Nor does it mean I’m currently on the smoothest of sailing… just that, for the most part, things are erring more towards acceptable than unacceptable.
So yeah… stuff.