I feel like I am just about to go onstage before an audience of thousands to deliver a speech about something I am passionate about, but underprepared to address.
That's just the physical sensation in my body.
Or maybe it feels like I haven't had anything but caffeine and sugar for five days (which is not true).
Last night I was reading (because I am now obsessed with finding good stories on Wattpad and when I do I must read all things that that person has written)...
Anyway, I was reading and it was somehow much closer to 2 am than you might think. But I couldn't stop reading because I was in love with this character and I was getting a bit worried about him. He didn't seem like he was in a very good place.
And as I kept reading it became clear that he had some mental health crap going on.
And didn't want to go see his therapist
And he wasn't able to get enough sleep.
And he was really irritable and withdrawing from his partner
And his meds weren't working
And oh crap it turns out that he actually had bipolar II...
Even then I didn't get the hint and go to sleep. I had to finish reading. He's fine, by the way. I know you were concerned.
Yeah, he decided to quit the job that he hated, went in for some inpatient treatment, fixed his meds and then did not just remove himself from his lover's life like he was doing a big favor.
I sent Spouse to pick up my meds today. I'm going to take them now. I will see if the jittery goes away. I'm serious. It feels chemical.
I DO NOT WANT TO BE ON MEDS.
This is likely code for: I do not want to have bipolar disorder.
Here is my spring break project so far...
Quaker, teacher, parent,