Monday: Mentally Ill & Mildly Here
Mental health check-in because it’s Monday and I’m hanging on by caffeine, sarcasm, and the faint hope that the "Friday" feeling will kick in.
My youngest was sick all last week. Shoutout to back-to-school season, also known as the annual germ parade. So today I’m back in the office making up for last week, and nothing screams “fresh start” like returning to a desk I actively resent as my tailbone is STILL not healed. 🙄
Also, I haven’t written a damn thing since my little oversharing, all about how I am not perfect piece💁♀️ (must have been a shocker to some 😉) Not because I don’t want to, but because depression has been sitting on my chest like a drunk raccoon in steel-toe boots.
Story Sunday with respect to Ariel and Derek, is officially on hold while I deal with some legal stuff.
All the stories I’ve been telling are 100 percent real. Names might be blurred, but the chaos is authentic. And right now, I’ve got to protect my neck before I overshare myself into a battle I don't need.
SO close to having my divorce finalized, so gotta worry about that first babes.
Honestly, I’ve been climbing out of another depressive episode. If you’ve ever tangoed with bipolar disorder, you already know the lows aren’t just lows. They’re underground bunkers. I’m talking "how did I get back here again" kind of dark. Depression on steroids. Cute, right?
I don't look so cute today. 😬
I've been isolating and masking. Shocking, I know. Isolation is my Olympic sport. I did try to reach out once or twice to some, which for me is like emotional skydiving, scary AF but it flopped. So now I’m back to my usual form. Let's not try anything else new for awhile....
Going forward, Story Sunday might turn into “Shit I Probably Shouldn’t Admit Publicly Sunday.” Just raw, uncut memories, questionable decisions, and a few unhinged rants sprinkled in for flavor. Because if I can’t be healed right now, I can at least be entertaining.
And like I said in my last post I'm not a victim, I'm only half an angel, and I never want to portray myself to be less 😇
If your Monday feels like a slow crawl through emotional mud, same, but a lot of people I know, you have tomorrow off so try and get in that Friday mode.
With respect to writing, maybe I’ll show up on Thursday. Maybe I’ll ghost. We’ll see where the serotonin lands.
Til then, stay chaotic 💋
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