The joy I’m feeling because it is friday is a mild one; things have flip flopped and I am now in the middle of experiencing day 5 of depression.
I would say I have barely been functioning, meaning I am eating and sleeping but otherwise generally rolling around miserable, pouting and crying for no real apparent reason except that I feel crummy.
This change is pretty substantial (as I was experiencing mixed and manic rapid blips the week before) and I can’t help but wonder if the weather has something to do with it.
During the period of manic and mixed swings it was sunny (gasp) in Seattle. This week things have changed back to (you guessed it) rain, and my feelings of unmotivation were not far behind.
I’ve heard all kinds of people, doctors included, say that the weather can play a huge role on our moods. If that is even remotely true, I am probably living in the wrong part of the world for having some touchy bipolar disorder.
I mean, this is something I’ve given considerable thought to over and over again. Should I move? Would it give me an edge and allow me to thrive, rather than just survive? Seattle is quite nice three months out of the year, but if I’m spending the other nine miserable, that is a pretty big price to pay.
Anyway, just thinking out loud a little bit this morning, while I am staring at the clouds and scowling. Wishing you some better weather!