Energy and Bipolar
I need to go for a walk. A long walk. The kind of late night stroll where you listen to cds and take the quiet streets. My legs are itchy. I need to be somewhere, to go somewhere, and yet there isn’t a destination.
Somedays I can walk all the way to the downtown eastside.
Other days I can barely get to the bus stop a block away, sometimes I can’t even get out of bed. Sometimes showering is a lot of work, and not worth the bother because I’ll just get dirty the next day, and the day after, and so on.
I always knew I had probs with my energy levels fluctuating, but now being bipolar explains all. Amazing. I have the best excuse. And except for the little suicidal lemming brain issue that comes up every winter, it’s not really an illness that could kill me.
I mean, I suppose it could. A lot of people die from being bipolar. I suppose I’ve dealt with suicidal tendencies for two decades now, and I feel more equipped to deal with that than with being manic. Being manic is so seductive. Who wouldn’t want to be manic? A lot of the drugs people take mimic mania, like coke, or crystal.
This post has no point really, except to say I need to go have a walk, a long walk.