If I could show you my mood graph, you would see few jagged peaks interspersed with long valleys lately. Functioning has been difficult. However, over the weekend having my husband here has been a balm to my soul. We’ve gotten important shopping done, watched the new Jurassic World, and worked on the house. He went back to work so soon after we got here that he hasn’t gotten to shelve his books until now. Craig was kind and shelved mine back in June.
We are getting the house to where it is unpacked and all I have to do is maintain it. That’s vital because I don’t have the energy to start massive projects from go.
Living with limitations is hard. There are many things I could have that would be worse than Bipolar, but Bipolar kicks my ass nonetheless.
This month I have begun basic embroidery, painted basic paintings, ordered a photo sticker camera, made digital collages, ordered a crayon melter, and done photography projects. All of this is therapeutic for me. It’s not the same as going to a professional art therapist. Once I did that, and after my conservative politics came up in session she became mean spirited and unprofessional. But working on art on my own makes me stronger, whether any of it turns out well or not.
My creative writing workshop is off to a good start. With my mood being so low this week I’m behind where I want to be in my writing and participation, but I’m getting there.
We are all so busy, but I would highly recommend that today, no matter who you are and what you do, you take 15 minutes alone to do something creative. Without my husband and my art supplies I would have lost my mind by now.
Life at Home 