So here's the deal: I had 75% of todays post already written.... totally different topic than what were doing here now. It was gonna be deep, maybe a little unhinged, educational, and possibly healing. But then Monday said “absolutely not.”
I worked from bed today. Ate in bed. Dissociated in bed. Basically became one with the mattress. That’s the glamorous side of mental illness, right? When I’m up, I’m a productivity goddess. When I’m down? I am soup. A sad little bed goblin version of myself.
But I promised myself I’d post on Mental Health Mondays. And unfortunately for me, I didn’t say “only when I feel good.” So here I am, showing up at 3% battery, no charger in sight, running solely on anxiety and stubbornness.
Today, I feel like hot garbage. No real reason. Just how I am 💁♀️. Im really hoping this isn’t the start of a full-blown depressive episode, because I’ve been raw-dogging my bipolar ever since I broke up with my last medication. (We had irreconcilable differences—like side effects and me wanting to be able to walk🫠)
So fingers crossed this is just a mental health speed bump and not a detour back to Sad Bitch City.
That’s all the brain power I’ve got in me today. Consider this my emotionally exhausted ✨hello✨️ from the void.
See you Thursday 💋
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