A Mental Health Limerick
My pillow caresses my face,
comforter and body embrace.
Snug solace for my soul
from depression’s black hole
when life and I need our own space.
Copyright © 2018 Alicia T-Rust. All rights reserved.
The Dreadful Disposition of a Lack of Energy
When you live life one step forward, but two steps back
I have about four to five hours of active productivity within me per day.
Prioritizing doesn’t always seem to work since there is obviously more things to do actively during the day than four hours’ worth.
Included in these few hours are:
- Laundry (never-ending)
- Cooking/cleaning/organizing (never gets done, barely a dent is made in these behemoths of tasks)
- Errands (grocery shopping, post office, vet, doctor appointments, and such)
- Socialization (yeah, that’s a killer. More than two hours and I’m generally completely drained.)
My lack of energy is due to depression, bodily pain (previous injuries), and major introversion (which affects socialization). Continue reading “The Dreadful Disposition of a Lack of Energy”
Bipolar Confessions from a Wife, Mother, and Friend.
I struggle with type 2 bipolar disorder.
Bipolar has transformed my life into a monumental challenge, and I feel guilty when it affects my family and friends.
Fatigue
Smiling, interacting, being part of the family unit or social circle… all can be exhausting. Between my medications and pushing through the day, I sometimes slip into a landslide of lassitude. Naps are not only a nicety, but a necessity…or neither. Continue reading “Bipolar Confessions from a Wife, Mother, and Friend.”
Outing My Bipolar Self
Friendships are hard for a bipolar, anxiety-ridden introvert.
Other than my years of being bullied, friendships were good overall. By 11th grade…and college…and early years of my career, friends were sprinkled throughout. Not many, but enough. None lasted, although I thought they would. As much as I tried to keep them near, they drifted further and further away. Eventually, I stopped trying. I’d converse with my colleagues at work, but doing anything outside of work or home became extremely rare. Continue reading “Outing My Bipolar Self”
