When I look back over the past month, here's what I find:
- Pretty much forced out of my family home and into an apartment that just landed in my lap, in a great downtown neighbourhood, but with little money and no resources
- Forced to seek out resources in the community to help make ends meet.
- Forced to go from zero to 100 in terms of getting my business back up and running.
- Having trouble balancing all the things I know need to happen, like going to the gym, and failing to bring a new routine together.
- Finally, succumbing to tiredness, fatigue and depression. In short, I got ill.
If I were someone else, I'd say I'm one strong and resourceful guy, capable of doing anything I set my mind to. But the stress! Yes, the stress and the depression crippled me, and at times I was dragging along the floor.
Now that the medication seems right, I'm starting to feel better. WAY BETTER. I hope this isn't just a manic phase in my bipolar. I sincerely hope that this is the beginning of being free of debilitating depression and anxiety.
Dear God, please let me be this way all the time.
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