This blog got mussed somehow, and had to be corrected – it was originally posted in the wee morning hours today:
I thought I was going to be okay tonight. I tried to relax. To take it all in slowly. To thread some logical thought through all this confused, racing, chaos…
That’s not working.
I am trying to process some new realizations.
Talking to my shrink yesterday has led to some sort of delayed catharsis. Mostly because I delayed confronting the issues involved. Now that I have… I am forced to acknowledge that my perceptions are warped – the Bipolar Disorder does that. But, I was so sure about some things… things that I now see…
I used to be sure about where I belonged. I was certain who were my friends were. I was sure about what I wanted to do, every day – there was a simplicity to all that. And then, there was a chaotic, messy transition, and I became less sure of most things. But, there were things I thought I understood. Things that were helping me try. Feelings and changes that… were scary and crazy, but… it all seemed to be leading someplace better than anywhere I had been in a long time.
I’ve been so off base, about so many things, and maybe, that’s because I don’t see things clearly. Maybe, I see what I want to see, or need to see. Maybe, I never stopped trying to live inside my fantasies. Maybe, I just tangled all that up with my reality. Maybe, I am still warped in my perceptions of what is, and what ought to be – I based SO much on the way I saw things, at the time, and now… I know, that at a pivotal moment in my life, when I was making decisions that redefined EVERYTHING… my mind was so warped… that I was completely blind. I just… didn’t understand anything, then. I was completely lost. I thought there were a few things I did understandm in spite of everything, but I was mistaken. I was completely disconnected from reality.
So much has sprung out of a situation that I didn’t even realistically comprehend.
Good things… and yet… I feel quite strange about it all. Is that just my disorder, again, trying to rationalize a back slide?
I don’t think I would go back to that life.
I really should know better. I am twenty eighf years old – Bipolar or not, I should know the score.
I need to sleep on this sh*t, and try to figure it out tomorrow.