I did very little today, and it was great. I was kind to myself as lately I have noticed I am not caring for my chronic illnesses (bipolar and migraines) as I should be. I can’t quite put my finger on exactly what needs changed, but I will figure it out.
I notice I continue to have trouble with my bipolar diagnosis, nearly two years later. I understand this is common, but it is still troubling. So I chose to care for me today. It involved coffee and sweatpants and fuzzy socks and Netflix and naps. I got my medication planner ready for the week and sat with the heating pad on to combat depression related aches.
I am not sure where to go from here, treatment wise. I know I must accept my diagnosis before I can make any further progress. But it’s hard to change 30+ years of beating yourself up. It’s hard to change the soundtrack in your head.
But I have hope. Praise be to God, I never lost hope.
Hope you all had a great weekend.