It's Odd
To be Writing. I don't know why. The weekend went fine, I suppose. I went on a wonderful hike that ended with me limping. But as I said before... the most enjoyable way to die. Actually, I am battling plantar fasciitis in my left foot, and it was winning. I did not do well with my eating habits. Now that the family is back and the week is underway, I am Busy as hell. I really haven't had much of a chance to be depressed. Being busy is my primary and best medicine, so I hope that it sticks for the next week at least.
Such a weird thing. I was so excited to be alone. And in some sense I was happy. But I did miss them. Then they were coming back, and a flood of emotions washed over me. Some good, some bad. Difficult to explain. But the twinge of depression and stress was definitely involved. And as anyone with kids can attest to, sometimes having them back after being away can be incredibly stressful. It was. Even after such a short time. (Hell, the little boogers are just plain stressful. Period.)
Fractured
I'm not entirely sure why I am writing tonight. My thoughts are unstructured and just busy. Maybe too much coffee and chemistry. Who knows? Let's just see how this week goes.
This post first appeared on Somehow Forward - My Struggle With Bipolar Depression And Suicide, please read the originial post: here
