The incomprehensible metaphor for the day: bipolar as climate change.
Here is the thing: I can tell that my mood stuff is not quite where it should be for whatever reason. But I can't tell which way it is off... more toward the manic pole or the Depressed pole. Or maybe just not stable.
This morning it occurred to me that the mood crap that I have (which had probably been gradually worsening over time, pre-diagnosis) sorta relates to the climate/weather thing.
Bear with me here.
Weather is how things are right now. The prevailing mood of the moment. Hard to predict. Affected by local conditions. Tomorrow might be completely different.
Climate is the broad scope of where things are headed... and my mood climate has a much broader range than it used to.
This made a lot more sense in my head.
But really, the idea of unpredictable changes in a broad sense with daily variations.
So when I say my mood crap is off, it could just be the weather. Not the climate. Hard to say. Thunderstorm yesterday, all-day freezing rain. Today, partly sunny with intermittent rain.
Grateful Crap: I am not homeless or hospitalized or hopeless (h words seem ominous)
Funny Crap: I had been using a program to track my moods, but I sorta let that slide. This morning I tried to log in, but failed. Told spouse, "Optimism isn't working."
Called office of OFP. Waiting to schedule.
Will pick up refills today
Quaker, teacher, parent,