This blog is less about Vincent, more about me. If your plan
is to give negative feedback about this blog then stop reading. If you are more interested on how I am doing,
then continue to read.
It is no secret that I suffer from bipolar and depression.
We were all raised to hide how we feel from others, or toughen up. Often when opening up to others is answered
with responses such as these; “Toughen up, life is hard”, or “It’s not as bad
as you think”, or “Cheer up, or no one will like you” and much more. These are
all answers which my brain cannot accept due to the chemical and neurological
imbalance of my brain.
Well I am trying something new, and talking about it in
hopes of others understanding the hardship I am currently facing. Since Vincent’s birth I was doing well, up
until a few months ago. I am not sure what happened, but each day my depression
started affecting me more and more. I tried to hide it by keeping my schedule
busy. However it is getting harder and
harder to live day to day. Vincent and
Pat both do their best to help my mood. Spending my days with Vincent help my
mood, as it a light in the darkness.
There are some days that I can’t function due to my depression or my
migraines which I’ve had since youth.
Right now I can’t function without napping when Vincent takes his
morning nap. Once I wake up from the
nap, I feel well enough to get my cleaning done. I also try my best to do a few sessions of
learning with Vincent a day. I would like to do four sessions, but these days I
can only function doing two. That is separate from all his physio sessions. The only thing that helps is taking naps and
taking it easy. Pat understands and does his best, however there is only so much
he can do as he needs to work.
What have I been doing to help my depression? I have been cancelling some of my plans. I am
trying to focus on myself when I can. Instead of having events almost every
night of the week, I aim to do the minimum. I then plan to slowly add more
stuff in my schedule. My goal for next week is to add the gym back 2-3 times a
week. It was helping before, however when I got my 3 weeks cold, it made it
difficult to find the energy to get back to the gym.
Vincent senses something is wrong, as he is often just wants
to come and hug me. If you wonder why I
am not communicating as much, or cancel plans, just give it time. I am doing my
best to get back on my feet.

