I'm autistic, ex-bipolar, and attracted to other guys (gay/SSA/whatever). More importantly, I'm a son of God and faithful member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons). My life is usually amazing. This is my story of hope, happiness, and faith.
Monday, December 3
Nighttime Blues
Part of me is screaming that I need to go to the gym. Right now. And exercise until my mind promises to switch back. I know it works. Something keeps the switch from happening, and the crisis is resolved.
But I have class in the morning at 6:00, a presentation in the afternoon, and more homework than I could ever imagine. I'm running low on sleep in the first place. It's already after 9:00 at night. And the exercise doesn't work unless I go and work out for hours. So part of my brain is just telling me to go to sleep and maybe it won't happen. Maybe the feeling is wrong and I'm not going to switch. Or at least I can wait until tomorrow to work out. I could go to my 6:00 class and then go work out for a few more hours.
But the other side is still shouting. "Can't you see? Can't you see the deferral of time, the slow loss of desire, the withdrawal when you left the ward Christmas party early... are all major signs that it's happening? You need to do something fast before this ruins the last week of school."
I'm tired. But being depressed is way worse than being tired. And once the switch has happened, it's way harder to make it go back.
I guess I'm going to work out tonight.
4 comments:
Comment Rules:
(G)MG is how I write to you. Commenting is one way to write to me.
If you want your comment published: No swearing, graphic content, name-calling of any kind, or outbound links to anything but official Church sites.
In addition, comments must be 100% relevant, funny, uplifting, helpful, friendly... well-written, concise, and true. Disparaging comments often don't meet those standards. Comments on (G)MG are personal notes to me, not part of a comment war. You are not entitled to have your ideas hosted on my personal blog. There are a zillion places for that, and only one (G)MG.
And I'd suggest writing your comment in Word and pasting it. That way Blogger won't eat it if it's over the word limit.
And a few hours later, my brain is so much better. Or at least feels like it is. I've replaced apathy with just exhaustion and dizziness, and the fuzziness that comes when I've pushed my body to the limit. Isn't that amazing? I am so tired. Maybe I'll convince coach to count my midnight workout in place of class.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for sharing this. I've been through this similar circumstance so many times, and it's nice to see an example of somebody who made it through one night.
ReplyDeleteAnd in the morning I still felt good. I wonder if there's actual replicability in this - any other bipolars out there who can tell when they're about to switch into depression... and who would be willing to try out an intervention to keep that from happening?
DeleteYou might consider working out as a form of preventive medicine. You shouldn't go without it any more than a heart patient would go a day without the medication that keeps his ticker going strong.
ReplyDeleteBest to you.