There are lots of possible reasons why I am writing tonight, after six very depressed days when I have not. (My previous longest stint without writing, since starting this blog three months ago, was three days – and my target is to not miss more than one day in a row.) I’m writing even though it’s 10:30 and lots of me is crying to be in bed. Here are some of the plausible reasons:
- I was off of work for four days and there is often less stimulus towards writing when I’m not working. Yesterday I was so dead in the water at work that there was no appreciable stimulus, but today there was. One customer talked about reading and liking the blog – and talked about stuff she had read. My coworker Amanda told me how much she liked reading the blog and what a good writer I am. Another customer, being told about the blog, got enthused and said “Keep writing.” My co-worker Rex, having come over to my line to bag (we do this for each other when our line isn’t busy), said, “Aren’t you going to promote your blog? I like the way you do that – no guilt or shame, you just put it out there.” I had not promoted my blog at all yesterday, nor today up to that point. I did a couple of times after. In my last strong spurt I probably averaged 10 business cards a day handed out at work and one or two a day to random cashiers and customer service people where I’ve been the customer.
- I went to Tae Kwon Do tonight. The last two times I went, I got so in my head, so tied up in my knickers that I left more neurotic than when I went in. Tonight was better. I had practiced some last night following videos on the school website and there was one form tonight that felt good some of the time. That’s more than on those two previous classes. So I came home in a better mood.
- Maybe my depression is starting to lift. It’s hard to tell: feeling good after a strong stimulus like my martial arts class doesn’t necessarily translate into feeling better the next day. If I lifted up after just six days, that would be a real shift: my depressive cycles have been running 10-14 day, mostly around 14, for several months. But all that is in play. My manic cycles have been 7-13 days, but this last time I didn’t really have a manic cycle. I had about six days of not being depressed, and looking like I was on the edge of cycling too high, but I just never did. It was like the manic motor kept trying to fire up, but couldn’t catch. That was kind of disappointing because I love that manic buzz. but I knew not to look this gift horse in the mouth. That middle zone – or even more the zone that I call a complex healing state, which has elements of both states – that’s the really juicy place, that’s where the healing happens.
Soon I’ll write a post about complex healing states and one about why I think I didn’t swing into a mania this last time around. By then I’ll have more information like what happens tomorrow.