I did enjoy my friend's visit, but I have been pretty withdrawn surrounding everything else. It started before she came.
I have four paid-for readings that I have not finished - they were due more than a week ago.
I have been avoiding Facebook because I don't want to talk to anyone, especially the people I owe readings to.
I have been sleeping in late every morning (until today) and feeling like I haven't accomplished anything.
I have been feeling emotionally paralyzed.
I'm not deeply depressed, but I'm not doing well, either.
Physically, I feel like a slug - getting fatter (again), losing fitness. My back is starting to hurt again when I stand for too long - never a good sign.
I'm trying to break through that. Yesterday I went swimming.
That showed me how out of shape I am.
The first time I jumped in, I could only do three laps before I was out of breath. I took a break and went in twice more for 4 laps each.
I usually do laps using a pretty gentle side stroke, so being out of breath at that freaks me out.
This morning I woke up early and went for a walk. Only 1.63 miles by MapMyRun, but at least it was something.
I'm hoping that a little physical activity will help turn around this dead mood. I don't really care about fat as much as being able to do what I want to do without struggling.
I mentioned in another forum something that maybe I should talk about here.
Several years ago, my therapist thought that I should be fully disabled.
I fought against it - fought hard.
I was in a group of other bipolar people once or twice a month, all of whom were on disability except me.
At that time, I kept thinking that I wasn't as bad off as they were. I was better than that.
Right now, I'm not so sure about that.
I've had 18 months to complete some paperwork, and I never work on it for more than 5 minutes at a time.
For 18 months.
Obviously, I'm resistant to finishing it.
Whether this is my fear of success or resistance to completion or something else, I don't know.
At the moment, I don't care.
I'm just wondering if maybe it wouldn't be better to apply for disability.
It's been suggested that this may be the depression talking, and that is so, but maybe my therapist was right.
That's an idea that scares me. I don't want that.
But when I try to look at things objectively. . . the money and opportunities that I've missed out on because there are times when I can't pick up the phone or deal with paperwork in a timely way, the time I waste doing NOTHING and feeling exhausted. . . . Wouldn't it be better to have a steady income from disability to make sure the basic necessities can be paid?
*Sometimes* I'm competent, efficient, on the ball, capable.
But it seems to me that those times are fewer and far between, and they last less and less time.
Several people are suggesting that I use my disability rating to get a federal job.
They don't understand.
I've looked at that before.
I even had the VA Voc Rehab people pay a place to help me with a federal resume.
I never returned their calls or filled out the paperwork they sent me.
And right now, hearing people suggest that again is making me break out in tears.
It's too complicated. I can't handle it right now.
I can't handle anything at all right now.
I think my shrink thinks I'm doing much, much better than I really am.
I've asked him to get me in with a new therapist (the old one transferred about 4-5 years ago). He wants me to attend "Wellness Classes" about nutrition and sleep and meditation and biofeedback and other things I could likely teach.
That's not where I'm at. That's not what I need.
So, I'm writing him a letter to try to get this across to him.