I hate this. I woke up this morning ready to make craft projects to sell on eBay. Get my name out there, make some money, feel useful.
I made one dream catcher. It was a complicated and time-consuming one, so I was pretty tired when I finished. I thought I’d just take a nap and when I woke up I’d make more stuff. I mean, I’ve had energy to spare for weeks now. Shouldn’t be difficult.
Instead, I woke up pissed off and depressed. Oh, fun.
I ate some comfort food–cookies. I tried to find someone to talk to online, but I didn’t try very hard. I started reading a book I’ve been meaning to read for over a month. Nothing worked.
Now I’m devoid of energy. Any energy. It’s an effort to write this. I hate it.
You hear about depression as its own separate mental illness for some people, distinct from bipolar disorder by its lack of manic or mixed-mood episodes… but you don’t really hear about mania as a condition.
Of course you don’t. Why would society want to stigmatize cheery, energetic, euphoric people?
Granted, mania isn’t all shits and giggles. It’s frantic, racing thoughts. It’s reckless decisions. It’s a million pieces of input at once, a trillion ideas that all have to be tended to now.
Maybe a shower will cheer me up. Or at least make me feel less defeated. Probably not, but I won’t be all grimy and gross.