Out here in the cold; Wandering astray…
Month: February 2021
Mixed states are the very definition of insanity. When you have all this energy but all you want to use it for is being depressed. It’s during the mixed states that the anger is at its worst – it’s like my brain is frustrated with the state of chaos in which it finds itself so it channels that into a nagging feeling of being really pissed off – except you have no idea why.
Why. That’s such a double-edged word. I have reached the end of my tether with people asking me why I’m depressed.
What’s wrong? You seem down.
And then the inevitable next question: What’s making you depressed?
The chemicals in my brain are making me depressed. Sure, the state of my physical health adds to that, but the root cause is that my brain can’t figure what the fuck it’s doing with my emotional state.
Let’s have a depressed day! We’ll celebrate with not getting off the couch except to overeat followed by some suicidal ideation! How’s that sound?
That sounds like a fucking hoot, let me tell ya.
Oh, wait! I’ve changed your mind! Let’s be manic and spend so much money your checking account gets overdrawn then follow that up with risky hypersexual behavior that you will definitely regret later!
Actually, I can’t decide. So let’s do BOTH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Fuck you, brain. All I want is some normalcy. Some predictability. Some boring, everyday, routine. But, no. Throw in the fact that I am now in a rapid-cycling hell that makes it impossible sometimes to even have a single day of feeling one way or the other and it’s just too much bear.
The burden is overwhelming. I carry this weight, this ongoing battle in my mind on my shoulders and each day I hunch over a little farther. Soon, I won’t be able to walk anymore – crushed beneath its load, gasping for breath.
I don’t recognize myself anymore. I used to be awesome; driven, focused, smart.
I used to be me.