Good morning and happy Thursday to all my fellow crazies. It’s a beautiful day with clear blue skies as I settle in at the salt mines and get ready to take my crazy meds and start a new day. One thing I’ve learned on this journey is that taking care of yourself comes first. When you stay on top of your mental health and do what you need to do, you’re in a much better position to help and support others. One day at a time.
Working from home was a breeze, but the real workout was trekking to my monthly psychiatrist appointment. I popped my trusty ‘crazy meds’ this morning, keeping my harm OCD and anxiety in check. Walking both ways transformed me into a sweaty mess, proving that even a calm day requires serious legwork. Despite the trek and a long weekend, I’m still standing strong and completely sober, enjoying my victory under the AC.
Woke up today and my Harm OCD is already clocking in for a double shift. Trying to negotiate with my Bipolar 2 before my feet even hit the floor. 56 years of this and I still haven’t figured out how to fire either of them. Here’s to another day of surviving the mess.
Happy hump day, my fellow crazies.
Midweek progress isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s just wearing the OCD shirt, drinking coffee, surviving Harm OCD’s nonsense, and still showing up anyway.
That counts.