As anyone who has read my blog, my books, or met me knows, I have bipolar disorder. And as anyone who understands bipolar disorder knows, meds are KEY!
Well, a few weeks ago, I forgot that little tid bit. I forgot it for 5 days in a row as I went through a long weekend.
This was NOT a good idea.
It actually seemed like it was at the time. I went manic, which means that I got VERY productive, and was able to get a TON done.
It also, however, meant that I didn’t stop to eat, barely stopped to sleep (and that was only because my husband practically forced me to), and got upset with my kids when they tried to interrupt me. All of those are very bad things.
I ate mashed potatoes once a day, for three days in a row. And that was it. The fourth day I had mashed potatoes and asparagus. Woot! Veggies! Go me! Then the fifth day, I went back to work. I had to eat to keep up my strength, so I ate some Raman noodles. Not the good kind. I’m talking those dollar packets you get in groups of 12 that everyone except for me eats as a soup. You know, the gross kind.
But that isn’t why I’ll never go back. It was because it wasn’t a healthy thing for me. And as much as I actually LOVED being manic (I finished writing my book in a day), I need to be better at really focusing on myself and my loved ones, and not just what I want to do. I need to focus on who I want to be.
I don’t want to be the mom that gets upset when I get interrupted. My kids are more important than the things I’m doing. I need to not resent my husband for wanting to spend time with me. He’s much more important than what I’m doing.
In the end, I loved the productivity. But I shouldn’t do that again.