I'm Back and So Are My Demons
Its been a while. No I didn't get better. In fact I got worse. In July of last year I fell and fractured my elbow and did some nerve damage. It ended up sending me into a spiral of depression that lasted until very recently. I could barely use my arm. I couldn't pick up my children. I couldn't mow my own lawn. In short I felt useless. Ultimately I needed surgery to repair the arm which worked but I still couldn't pull myself out of this depressive episode. (Fun fact: Bipolar disorder is no guarantee of either range of emotions sometimes depressive episodes can last for months or years followed by a day or even less of "up") Finally after months of therapy and some changes to my medication plan I've started to pull out of it. I went to a friends house the other day and I actually, genuinely laughed. Not just the forced guffaw I give to pretend that I'm OK but a real chuckle. Of course nothing can be simple. Right now is one of the most dangerous time...