Blah.
Self-quarantine DAY9.
Still the same. Sore throat is getting better.
Today is just meh. That's not necessarily a bad thing though.
I quite like that some days are like this.
Having a mood disorder can be physically draining, so days like today is when my brain (and body) gets to rest.
I've been saying that I needed to go "Hermit Mode" but my poor impulse control still wins and I let myself get pulled into so many directions. I seem to have a constant need to engage, it's an addiction.
I was wondering if it was reassurance that I wanted, turns out that bores me to death. It's nice to be complimented once in a while, but I don't really care. What I care about is if I am being useful, and if my creativity is valued. I "need" constant pinging of ideas.
Although at the moment, what I really need is silence for my neglected introspection time.