My moods have always cycled with the seasons. In the heat of the summer, I tend to have more manic and hypomanic episodes, and in the late fall and early winter I experience more depression and the symptoms that come with it. This year, it is the same.
I feel listless. I have no energy. I feel apathetic. Muted. Dulled. Flat.
I know this will pass, and my moods will continue to cycle throughout the year. And my mood isn't overwhelming me, or crushing me. It just makes me feel dulled. It's fairly manageable and under control.
I've been spending a lot of time thinking about my symptoms lately. Thinking about where my symptoms end, and where I begin. My symptoms, when my illness is under control, can be subtle at times. Drawing the line between "I'm feeling a little down right now" and "this is a symptom" can be difficult.
The thing I always go to when I am struggling to determine if something is "me" or a symptom, is to ask other people about my feelings. Considering the circumstances, are my feelings "normal" or are they bizarre? Sometimes it is hard for me to tell in the moment. Sometimes I know that they are irrational. Knowing doesn't change anything though, as far as how I feel.
That's the frustration I have about knowing when something is "normal" and when it is a symptom. IT DOESN'T CHANGE THE WAY I FEEL. Knowing that it isn't rational for me to be depressed and feel sad doesn't change the fact that I feel depressed and sad. And knowing, in those early stages, that it is depression doesn't mean that I can prevent my symptoms from worsening. Knowing only allows the rational part of my brain to try to fight against it a little bit.
Ugghhh...
Having a mind that is dysfunctional is awful. Not knowing whether or not you can trust your thoughts and feelings. Never being sure if you are experiencing reality, if you are being rational. It leaves me feeling... I want to say "broken", but I'm desperately trying to stop calling myself that. I am "fixable", I may be in need of repair, but I can be fixed. There will always be cracks and imperfections. I am not beyond hope. I am not broken. Right?
I can't wait for the dull, dark days of late fall and early winter to be over. Once the days are sunny and the snow is white, I feel some relief. But these cloudy, dark, cold, miserable days with less day and more night....
Right now the clouds are dark and gray - nearly black - and they look heavy and low. I feel the same way. But I ask myself - is this normal? Do other people - normal people - feel the same way this time of year? Is this normal? Or is this a symptom? I'm not sure.
I tend to think that my mood this time of year is a mix of normal and symptom. I don't think most people are bright and cheerful on days like these. But I don't think it is normal to feel this low, either. I think it is not completely normal, but not purely symptom either.
I'm trying to stay positive. I try to act perky. I'm pretty sure I'm failing miserably most of the time. But it makes me feel a little lighter when I act like I'm more upbeat than I actually feel.
I can't wait for the bright sunny days of winter. The snow sparkling and glistening as it reflects and refracts the sun's rays. I know they will make me feel better. They always do.