It’s been a tough month.
I suffered a pretty severe and prolonged down-swing recently. I was depressed for about six weeks, at least a month of which was severely dysfunctional. Going to work took a concerted effort. Despite it being a difficult time, I think overall it’s a good thing that I have such a demanding role at work, because there’s no such thing as a slack day on auto-pilot when I have so many staff and complex issues to manage! Of course having two school-aged kids keeps me getting out of bed in the morning too, so I’ve no opportunity for dodging responsibility and wallowing in self-pity/loathing.
Good friends a real blessing at times like these. My dear friend (let’s call her Miss X) was an absolute rock. When I withdrew into my fog of impenetrable hopelessness, Miss X patiently waited for me to come out the other side and she was there for me when I was a blubbering emotional mess. Friends like that are hard to find.
I think I’ve turned the corner though, I can feel the serotonin levels rising as my body prepares for the deliciously delirious burst of bipolar mania. HOORAY! I’m about to forge ahead and actually ACHIEVE something! I tell you, there is something to be said for the prolific efficiency and undeniable productivity of a manic up-swing.
This weekend I cleaned my house for top to bottom. It’s a four bedroom place, so that’s no small achievement. I even scrubbed and cleaned the laundry and disinfected the fridge! The cutlery draw organiser even copped a thorough cleaning! I took my kids to the movies, got a pedicure with a girlfriend and bought a few new items for my wardrobe. Yes, things are looking up… (now to attack my in-tray at work…)
