Whether you live with a mental illness or not, there are all sorts of events, large and small, that happen in life, that can sometimes come along and poke at the protective bubble you hold around your mind, your heart, your spirit…and sometimes, the bubble can burst.
I have been experiencing quite stable mental health for a briefly extended period, but the sharp pointy things in life today have me feeling quite down. I have been furiously patching holes and strengthening weak spots and doing the time-honored “keep as busy as possible” routine. Some days, that is just not enough.
I have been without one of my medications for two doses, without another for one dose. This might not seem like a big deal, but, to me, it is HUGE. A few missed doses can send me in a tailspin. A few missed doses can mean the difference between a productive and upcoming Christmas-ing weekend, and a weekend spent hiding out in my couch bunker.
Still, I’m trying and pushing through. I had the piss-poor idea to get on Facebook about an hour ago, wherein I learned of the sudden death of a former co-worker, made all the more sad because linked to that page, was the page of the obituary two years ago of her fiance, who I was also friends with at my last job. He was killed in the line of duty on the police force. I’m not sure what happened to her. I know they both had very small children, and I know they both seemed like really nice and special people.
Of course, that also got me thinking about my former life working in the women’s prison, and working in mental health in general…and there was a pang in my chest and a tear in my eye and I clicked all of that mess shut and shoved it under the figurative bed.
Sadness, angst, horrific things on Facebook. Sometimes I wonder why I belong. Sometimes I wonder why every sad animal abuse story is on my feed, or why I pay any attention to the news. It is distressing often, upsetting frequently. And then there are the people, and the things they post, and the fact that I am often just shaking my head, thinking, “Hmmm, why do I even ASSOCIATE with these people? People that could say these things, do these things, are interested in these things.”
I really think sometimes that Facebook brings out the worst in people. I do find great inspirational sayings and funny things often, but the negative…wow, sometimes I think it really outweighs the good.
People often say, you must be careful what goes into your head. This is why I don’t read certain books, don’t read certain magazines, listen to certain types of music, speak with certain people (at least very often). I am, in general, very vigilant about what I feed my brain.
Except Facebook. I let it in, every time, even when it punishes me for doing so.
Today has not been the best day. I have fought all day to get a few prescriptions filled, and have had just ridiculous anxiety about the fact that I can’t seem to get them all taken care of. The sharp pointy things of the day have deflated my balloon.
I’m not getting ready to go burrow my head in the covers and cry for my mama. Instead, I’m sitting (as prescribed) in front of my sun lamp, and then I’m going to go to my aqua exercise class. After that, who knows. We baked a ham today, and the house smells good. I am going to focus on that.
I am going to say: Rosa, how can you possibly be in a bad mood when your house smells of finely roasted pig and you have family that loves you and a boyfriend that would do next to anything to make you feel better?