One thing about rejoining the regular slaveforce — err, I mean, workforce — is that I have come back to appreciating Fridays. TGIF. Happy Friday. All that jazz. No longer just another day that signals the steady march to the due date of another bill I can’t pay, Friday has become again the end of the trading-your-life-hours-for-the-means-of-living in hopes of doing something over the next two days that might count as actually living. In my current situation, I’m coming around to accepting that I should prooooobably commit a good chunk of the weekend to sleeping. Because, well, I need more of that, and not-sleeping is Ingredient #1 in my personal recipe for Losing My Fucking Mind, served cold. And I’m realizing that, as jazzed as I am about having a job again and doing the grown-up human things and playing the being-a-part-of-society game again, I’m putting in pretty long hours and, oh yeah, I’m actually pretty screwed in the head still.
The only way this is going to work is if I strong-arm taking care of Number One. And as any one of the multitude of mental health professionals I’ve seen in the past few years can attest to, this isn’t really my strong suit. This is what happened to the career thing in the first place. I mean, I was doing really effing well back then. Back before “bipolar” and “mania” and “psychosis” and “dissociation” and “therapy” and “mood stabilizers” and “antipsychotics” were a regular part of my vocabulary, I was the muthafuckin’ bomb. Dude, I oversaving for retirement. Banks bowed to my credit score. The last job I had back then, I was signed at the interview at the salary I wanted. I was on fire.
But not far as the Care and Keeping of the Otherwiser was concerned. And, upon reflection, I was probably hypomanic for several years preceding the Big Bad Episode. So there’s that.
Back to today. Friday. So today I was like, “Hmm…I could do more work and ‘get ahead’ for next week, or be all like ‘peace out muthafuckas’ and get home and…well, let’s be real, lie down and rest.”
And here we are.
Going to bed early,
The Otherwiser