Yesterday whilst mowing the lawn I managed to run over my reading glasses with the mower, I also had time to think.
Mowing the front half of an acre takes a bit of time so I always find myself thinking about other things other than mowing (which probably explains why I ran over my reading glasses).
I was thinking about my mental health. I think I have finally come to recognise my Bi-polar. Can’t remember if it’s Bi-polar 1 or 2. (Apparently there is a difference but that discussion is for another time). Either way it has taken a long time to accept, mainly due to a fairly recent diagnosis.
Each episode of depression brings frustration, deep melancholy and anger. It also means total exhaustion, nausea, social isolation and lack of appetite.
Each recovery brings elation, abundance of energy and the ability to be more creative. It means fun, fun, fun!
More later…
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