I don’t want to speak too soon. ‘Cos you know how bipolar is. Just when life starts going good, it quickly turns bad. And you hear the echo of bipolar as it chuckles darkly over your shoulder.
So….. don’t want to speak too soon, but…… *knocks on wood* ……… I think the depression is slowly seeping away. I did a load of washing on Saturday. And then never hung it up. I just couldn’t summon the strength. It was an insurmountable task. But this evening, driven by mental bartering and inner coaxing, I actually got the job done. I’m really happy, not only because it contained all my underwear, but because I did it. Depression and achievement do not normally co-exist.
And then, sufficiently inspired, I tackled a second insurmountable task – a baked banana pudding. For dinner. Fortunately, most of the over-over-ripe banana was salvageable.
Yes, I know it’s unhealthy eating dessert for dinner. But I think I’ve earned it.