...is to be smart-alecky and cynical and snide and jaded. It's hard to keep your heart open. (Fannie Flagg)
Apparently there are two camps. Why, guys?
Camp One: take some time, get better.
Camp Two: What? Stay at work!
I don't have the energy to explain to Camp Two, unless you are my mother. (Who really does understand.) So take a couple weeks off and I'll see you in three weeks. Otherwise, we may say things we'll regret. We may have already done that. And I'm sorry. I am. But I do not have the brain cells to rub together to explain the basics of mental health practice for people with Bipolar II. I've been here before. I know what the landscape looks like. And believe me, this is the best landscape I've seen in the eight years of my diagnosis. But it's still pretty bad.
So what I need:
To check out, a little bit, yes.
To clean my apartment.
To spend time with friends.
I'm sure y'all have friends that have dealt with this. If you don't understand where I'm coming from, talk to them. Because if you talk to me, I may get all cat-fighty on you. It's true. I'm sorry, I really am.
3 days ago