Lemme try to recap:
I went away because I was so depressed about how shitty my health is, which it truly is, but as much as that's the reason, it's really the beginning of the avalanche of reasons.
I felt like I was stuck in a trap of CONSTANTLY whining about my health, and it only reinforced my depression, making me feel even worse mentally and physically.
I'm pretty fucking open about being Bipolar 2, and I have a host of physical ailments that are boring (bipolar is wayyyy more interesting, believe me, just ask my long suffering husband! ;) ), so admitting I was clinically depressed for yearssssss is no big deal to me. I hope you can deal with it too, because I'm sure mental health stories will come up.
But here's the thing, here's why I feel like I might be able to write: I'm happy again. At least sort of, at least as happy as a Major Depressive Disorder Bipolar 2 chica can be! Between med changes and forcing myself to learn to live with my health and not be oppressed by it, I feel loads better, loads more in control of where my brain goes, and loads happier.
It's been amazing to recover this part of myself, I truly hope I can keep my blog running again. I miss you all and your hilarious feedback, so yeah, please stick around and we'll see what happens!
Thank You,
Christine Wy
Unkillable Cactus Killer
It's been amazing to recover this part of myself, I truly hope I can keep my blog running again. I miss you all and your hilarious feedback, so yeah, please stick around and we'll see what happens!
Thank You,
Christine Wy
Unkillable Cactus Killer
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