It’s been one of those weeks, namely two weeks, where the days fold into the nights and it seems that I am waking, running around like a chicken with my head cut out, passing out for 8 hours and then doing it all again. Hence the lack of blogs, and precisely the reason why I missed writing my Friday blog post.
Life has been happening, and it’s been happening in grand and wonderful ways. I have been swept up in the hustle and bustle and have really not had the chance to sit down to type out my babbles. Please be rest assured that babbles still happen even though they are not captured on paper.
Magazine: Health Monitor
I am pretty overwhelmed with the news that an article I was interviewed for about living with Bipolar for Health Monitor Magazine, a nationwide mental health publication, is now in circulation. Seeing my words accompanied by my picture in print nearly brought tears of joy to my face. I also wanted to dance around in circles, twirling while holding the magazine in my out stretched arms like a child holding their favorite stuffy, dancing in circles, with a huge smile plastered on their faces while the sun beats down on them creating the most perfect shadow on the grass beside them.
Since I was a teen, my goal was to be able to make a difference in at least one person’s life. To help one person to not suffer as I did and still continue to. And with this article, I feel like I am able to really reach my goal in a large kind of way.
Mental Status Update: Stable
Between the last change with the antidepressants and on boarding with the newest hormone treatment life has been stellar. Honestly, it has been so amazing, it has felt surreal. However, I have been working incredibly hard to take each and every day and just live in that day. In the past I would sit and worry that the good would be torn away, like a Band-Aid being ripped off a newly healed wound and I would be left in pain. Every day I would wake wondering if today was going to be a “good” day. But this go around, I wake telling myself, that today IS a good day and I will make the most of it. I have also chosen to claim stability. I am speaking what I want in my life into existence. And so far, it’s working.
Creativity Pouring From Me
Between cupcakes and frosting, along with yarn and glue, my creative juices have been flowing and I just can’t get enough of it. I am coming up on another teaching engagement (next Saturday) and I am excited, plus a little bit of nervous energy in there as well, about the upcoming class. We have spent months prepping for this class and I am expecting a nice turn out and an afternoon of sharing a unique craft with a group of ladies and their young ins.
Several years ago when I was in the midst of the darkness, I thought I would never again regain my creative juices. I thought that I’d never bake another cake or paint another masterpiece. However, I was told that it would just take time. I am happy that I listened to this advice because it was sage counsel and it was the truth. Now, at around the three-year mark, I am at a place creatively that I am not sure I have ever been. I think it may be safe to say that I have surpassed my creative limits and I am at an all-time level and this thrills me.
I feel like I have so much more to share, but that would be just too many babbles. I feel an overwhelming desire to share the notion that the hard times are temporary. They will pass, but this all happens in their time. I also have learned that those same hard times, the ones that are temporary, make us stronger. Once we get through the hard times, life is brighter.
I am actually at a loss for words of how to describe what life is like on the flip side. Marvelous, magnificent, magical, warm? These words just don’t seem to capture what I feel inside the beating of my heart.
Keep fighting my friends, you’ve got this.