Wow
WOW...
How did I ever function before I started this medicine? It may or may not have been merely a psychological reaction to a subconscious memory, but about half an hour ago my mood started crashing to the point that I haven't felt this emotionally down in weeks. And for no reason! I was very confused by what was going on, until I realized that I had failed to take my medicine yesterday and today... I'm not sure that that should have had such a pronounced effect but the point remains the same: how did I function back when I felt consistently like this? It's utterly crazy.
I resigned from my position as Publications Chair for GU Pride this evening - while I will continue to do OUTspoken, I feel that where I am right now just makes being involved with Pride problematic - they want too much from me, especially time, which I don't have to give, and there's nothing to make it worth my while. Better I get out now before I come to hate activism and start failing in all my responsibilities, which wont be good for Pride or theatre. No... I have plenty to do right now with the craziness that is being Bitch Director™ on A New Brain.
I finally did dishes today. They should be done more often... like BEFORE I end up cultivating several mold cultures. That may or may not be responsible for why neither Jack nor I can breathe in this room. I really need to get him to clean. Or at least let me clean for him. I rather enjoy it. It's made not studying for my midterm tomorrow that much more enjoyable.
I need to write one more email to the cast and crew tonight before turning in (I'll leave my clothes in the dryer overnight and get it in the morning). I've done over THREE HOURS of email responses, etc, tonight. It's been rather absurd. At least I think we're set for the week ahead.
God I'm lonely.
How did I ever function before I started this medicine? It may or may not have been merely a psychological reaction to a subconscious memory, but about half an hour ago my mood started crashing to the point that I haven't felt this emotionally down in weeks. And for no reason! I was very confused by what was going on, until I realized that I had failed to take my medicine yesterday and today... I'm not sure that that should have had such a pronounced effect but the point remains the same: how did I function back when I felt consistently like this? It's utterly crazy.
I resigned from my position as Publications Chair for GU Pride this evening - while I will continue to do OUTspoken, I feel that where I am right now just makes being involved with Pride problematic - they want too much from me, especially time, which I don't have to give, and there's nothing to make it worth my while. Better I get out now before I come to hate activism and start failing in all my responsibilities, which wont be good for Pride or theatre. No... I have plenty to do right now with the craziness that is being Bitch Director™ on A New Brain.
I finally did dishes today. They should be done more often... like BEFORE I end up cultivating several mold cultures. That may or may not be responsible for why neither Jack nor I can breathe in this room. I really need to get him to clean. Or at least let me clean for him. I rather enjoy it. It's made not studying for my midterm tomorrow that much more enjoyable.
I need to write one more email to the cast and crew tonight before turning in (I'll leave my clothes in the dryer overnight and get it in the morning). I've done over THREE HOURS of email responses, etc, tonight. It's been rather absurd. At least I think we're set for the week ahead.
God I'm lonely.