It comes from almost nowhere. Previous thoughts were joyful, content, happy, the feeling of “everything-gonna-be-ok” running free. The sun has set on those thoughts, and in their place is negativity and uncertainty and noisy feelings of fear. The “ups” never last too long, around here.
What I wouldn’t give to have the last few hours back, the last few days, the week…ha! I never seem to enjoy the “up” as much as I should. I take it for granted, because it always comes back, but I seem to remember that it goes away, too.
It doesn’t go away in a roar or even a remotely noticeable way. It skitters like grains of sand across the ground, until it accumulates in a pile large enough for me to recognize that those feelings are back. The feelings that I thought would be gone, at least for awhile longer.
This crockery that I am working on right now, the idea of mental health recovery. Who am I even kidding? How foolish of me to finally decide to buy-in to the idea, that someday, I wouldn’t have to worry about any symptoms. Does that really happen to people in reality, or is it just something for the self-help workbook? Or are people just fooling themselves? I think that is more likely.
This time is slightly different, because this time I recall exactly what I was thinking when the negative thoughts started to roll in. The thought in my head, singular, standing alone — “I am going to worry about myself and what I need, and stop putting everyone else first.” That was the thought, the idea that sparked all of this downhill slide.
Just as I knew the downhill slide would come, and I would have to stay busy refuting all of the garbage in my head, I know with certainty that the “up” will come back. It might be an hour and it might be an hour or a week or a month, but my money is on an hour or a day, because there is so much up and down in my brain right now. No mood state is lasting very long.
So I’ll talk with LarBear and cry my eyes out and then maybe understand a little better what is going on. What is underlying. I have my suspicions, namely my poor physical health of late and the fact that I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Let’s hope that’s what it is, and maybe I can even find some middle ground, and not just go “up.” I simply thought it might be helpful me to document the exact “what” of the downward slide because hey, maybe someday I can change it.
There are bad feelings right now, but there is also hope, and hope must be fought for with every shred of self that one has. Without hope, there is nothing, and with it, everything.