I made a commitment to blog, and so far I'm not off to a great start. My excuse was moving. 2 weeks of intense manual labor. I broke down a few times during the process... not surprising. My husband was a model of perseverance and patience. It's embarrassing to be someone who can't always contain their emotions. But hell, my anxiety and bipolar disorders are life disturbing constantly. Anyone with these conditions would know. Trouble is the folks who will never be able to understand, and therefore continue to judge, use stigma, or blatantly berate those with mood disorders. I was once told in an online comment, that I should just die because I'm too sensitive for this world.
I seem to want to blog about bipolar - so I want that to stay pure, and not indulgent. I say the above types of things a lot. What I need to do is read it 5 or so times and then not say it again.
Mood disorders aside, I've been feeling better the past couple days (after moving, unpacking, getting the 2nd COVID vaccine, etc.) Our bodies were a bit worn.
Now I need to find myself again. I know that sounds lame, but nonetheless it's true. I write correspondence, I read, I watch movies, I keep the house up... I'm a housewife - but I need to find out what else I still am. What's buried deep within... Forgotten but treasured. I'm on a mission!
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