I’ve written before about how dangerous springtime is to me, and I can already feel some of it coming on. I didn’t really want to blog today because I kind of feel like I have nothing helpful to say right now. I know it doesn’t have to incapacitate me, and I know it, too, shall pass. But the inbetween time is still difficult to get through day by day.
I think the line I hate hearing the most is that “You don’t have anything to be depressed about.” And that’s true in a lot of ways. I have a very good life. I have family and a husband who love me, I have friends, I have a job, I have time to pursue my interests, etc. At the same time, I have friends and family that are ill. Both of my parents are disabled, and I worry about them. My dad doesn’t like my husband, and that upsets me. Just because I look fine on the outside doesn’t mean that nothing is going on inside. But bipolar depression doesn’t always respond to outward circumstances. It’s a brain disorder that needs medication in order to correct it. And that medication comes with side effects that aren’t always pleasant.
I thought of two more contacts for possible job opportunities in creative writing, so I’m going to be trying to call them today. Pray that I’ll get some direction soon so I can begin making plans for whatever God has in store for me. Thanks for reading!