It’s been hotter and more humid than hell the last few days. I just heard the first rumbles of thunder, and I’m looking forward to listening to the rain hit the roof.
This week so far has been much better. I’m still not 100%, but I’m a lot better than I was last week. Now I’ve just got to consistently get my ass back to the gym and get back on the eating plan (we’re going to ignore that I’m eating sour cream and onion Utz chips as I type this).
I find it kind of funny that the little bit of depression I went through can cause ripples even a few weeks out. It really wasn’t much – maybe a week long blip that in the grand scheme of things really wasn’t all that bad (especially compared to 4 years ago this week when I was neck deep in a really major depression). But the aftershocks are lingering.
I was talking to a friend of mine last night whose stepson has bipolar, and I mentioned the little bit of depression and immediately I got bombarded by 500 texts asking if my meds were adjusted, what my psychiatrist said, the whole nine yards. And then she got mad at me when I said I hadn’t even told my doc because it was over before it even really got started. I mean she really laid in to me, called me irresponsible. I’m sorry, but I think I know how to manage my illness better than you. Had it lasted really any longer or gotten worse I absolutely would have reached out. But minor breakthrough episodes are something I’ve been dealing with for a long time.
I get it – her stepson is non-compliant and symptomatic as hell, but after 20 years of dealing with this – over half of my life – I think I can handle my own business. When I asked Mike about it, he agreed. It was a minor breakthrough episode that I was handling just fine. I was taking my meds, going to work doing what needed to be done, was just a little more antisocial and let the non-vital things fall by the wayside for a little bit. I’m lucky that he trusts me well enough to know when I need help and when I just need to muddle through it. Thank goodness for that.
Don’t misunderstand me, I get her reaction and where it’s coming from, but it’s not helpful and it’s plain old irritating. Anyone else have well-meaning friends that stick their foot in it sometimes?