It’s the end of my three day weekend, and I feel good. This was just the thing I needed to get my head screwed on straight. I feel recharged and ready to begin the week. I got to spend some time with my parents and lots of good moments with Amanda and the boy. I like it when we are all together. It’s not perfect, but we are making do with what we have to offer.
Rest, even bordering on boredom is necessary. I find that in the quiet time Amanda enjoys so much I find the solace to replenish my reservoirs. She has been very good about telling me that she feels good. Lately the meds have really been helping. She seems headed in the right direction.
I’m doing fine. I know I was really down there for a while, but time and patience were both good remedies. I didn’t overreact or go apeshit, I just let the sadness pass over me, and together Amanda and I helped reduce my stress. With the triggers gone, my mood has climbed back up. I don’t think I’m at 100% yet, but I’m getting there.
Overall things have been calm and steady. There’s no drama or crazy outbursts. Amanda and I are big picture oriented. We ride through day to day troubles with eyes for the future. It’s good to take incremental steps, but you must have a course in mind before making them. I think we are doing a good job of that.
Goodnight. I look forward to hitting the ground running.
You seem to be doing well. Not judging yourself too harshly is rather liberating. I think I need to take a leaf out of your page?
The way I figure it: the world is already stacked against me, I have huge obstacles to overcome as is, so why am I not my own best friend through it all? The last thing I need is another bad voice telling me I’m never going to make it. I shut that voice out. I need encouragement, and so I filled my life with people who send me positive things, and my own nourishing voices. That combination seems to be working.