Sorry I’ve Been Gone
So I haven’t posted in a while, like 2 weeks a while, and I apologize about that. If you follow my writing on The Bipolar Writer, you’ll know that I lost Max about 2 weeks ago. If not, Max was my cat of 19 years, that I loved very deeply. Towards the last week of her life, she couldn’t walk, was peeing just about anywhere, and was skin and bones. This was all thanks to a benign tumor she has had on her side for roughly a decade. Losing max was very hard for me, that cat had gotten me through some of the worst times in my life. For that I will always be thankful. I can honestly say though, while I still miss her and think of her constantly, it doesn’t hurt anymore, which is why I’ve decided to pull myself up by my bootstraps and get a post pumped out.
As it turns out, I’ve also become a little emotionally unstable due to the loss I’ve suffered. I quit my job a few days ago, and I’m sure that Max is a big reason why. Of course it’s not the only reason, I hated that job very much, and I just couldn’t do it anymore. If you’ve read some of my older articles, you’d see that I was very excited to start this job nine months ago. That quickly faded, as the actual job was very tedious and mind-numbing. The company was a great company to work for, probably my dream company. Yet I’ve burned that bridge with napalm, and I can never go back, even if I wanted to. So now there are three things that I am focusing all my new found time on. Firstly, is getting my ECT treatment up and running, because I have huge hopes that it will be life changing (I’ll write a series article on that so stay tuned). Second is my physical health, I have physical therapy starting tomorrow, and I’m excited to get that going. Thirdly is my writing. While I haven’t exactly been a very consistent writer for the past several months, I truly enjoy writing, and knowing that I help people.
It took me a couple days after I quit my job to realize something. Now that I have all this free time, the last thing that I want to do is mope around, and wallow in my depression. As I’ve stated before, we are all fighting a war with mental illness. Mental Illness is not a kind enemy, nor is it forgiving. It will take any opportunity that arises to change the tides of war in its favor. It is up to us that we seize these opportunities first.