Oh God, I used the term self-revelation, what an odious and pretentious way to start… anything. But I can’t skirt around the truth and it’s the right word for what is true. Sure (I hear you say – oh yes I am taking this pretentious, presumptuous thing all the way to it’s extremes), ok, but what was this eye-opening event that caused you to utter such a phrase? I’ll tell you, but it’s quite personal.
The other night, no it wasn’t, it was last night, it was that recently. Anyway, last night, we were driving home from work at the usual unusual end of work hours we tend to keep these days, when H (as ‘Hubby’ shall now be known) asked why I was so happy, commenting that he didn’t actually care as it was always an improvement on over-tired or irritable (which we’ve been putting down to stress), and also asking if it was related to the income made that day. My answer, in complete jest, was “I don’t know, no it has nothing to do with the money, maybe I’m bipolar”. And his reply “Meh it’d make sense”. Boom, mind blown.
Yes, I have in recent years declared myself prone to depression, but I tended to blame it on a stint on a contraceptive pill I began in my late teen’s, you know, maybe the effects just refused to wear off. Perhaps it might also be a little naive on my part, given the fact that I keep forgetting that if the suicide of one of my grandfathers is anything to go by it does possibly run in the family. So occasionally I’d just figure I was prone to bouts of depression.
Oh, and yes I’m aware that self-diagnosis is not particularly helpful but, and you can call me a hippie if you like but contraceptive medication has a lot to answer for when it comes to my personal health, I would prefer to steer clear of medication if possible, and find herbal or mental/physical/active alternatives.
Today, spurred by the mind blowing revelation of last night I decided to do a little research into Bipolar, on the off-chance you know, just in case a word in jest turned out to hold a hint of truth. Turns out, according to the symptoms and diagnostic process I would likely be designated Bipolar II.
If this is the case, I would probably label the last two days manic days. They don’t happen often. Usually I have pretty normal days or, most often, depressive days. It would take way too long to explain why I self-diagnosed this, but maybe you’ll pick it up in the drips and drabs of my life I give you here. As I said, H is not even nearly as surprised as I thought he might be.
Perhaps you don’t consider it much of a mind-blowing self-revelation, but for someone who is used to being known in her circles of friends as the ‘perpetually happy one’, oh yes, I’m that girl that is always laughing or smiling, the one with the nickname ‘smiley’ for an exceedingly obvious reason. The revelation that I am an incredibly good actor and an awefully good liar have come as somewhat of a surprise to me.
Well maybe not so much the acting bit, apparently that has been a long standing talent (honestly, school plays were the bane of my existence as an eternally shy and introspective child), a little enhanced in recent years by classes (in part to get over some more introvertedness not dispersed over the course of highschool and varsity), but the lying and hiding of the inner goings on to everyone except H, that came as a surprise to me.
And perhaps you don’t think it was all that personal either. Well… no I have no answer to that. Everything I write is personal I guess, poems and songs in particular, which is probably why it makes me uncomfortable if people are reading them. I think there’s an element of shame in my discomfort, like the things I was feeling in order to write that shouldn’t have existed. That’s the difficulty in going public. At least here I’m relatively anonymous.
So welcome to my inner workings. You can stay as long as you like. I won’t be offended if you leave. In fact I don’t need to know if you stopped by. But I thank you if you visit.
On the up and less personal side, I’m joining my sister at a ‘Vintage Day Out’ in the weekend, full dress and makeup, just for fun and distractions sake. Planning an, approximately, 80km mountain bike ride with H and my Dad at our next opportunity, and a 3-4 day hike around my home volcanoes sometime next spring, assuming one of them doesn’t decide to erupt as it has been prone to lately and disrupt those plans once again.