“Let your hopes, not your hurts, shape your future.” – Robert H. Schuller
I’m sitting here on the floor in the spare bedroom watching Cutie and the Boxer on Netflix. I heard it was a cute documentary, thus I’m finally giving it the viewing that it more than
likely deserves. I’ve been enjoying a very torrid love affair with documentary films this past year. Fairly certain that I’ve consumed every moving and note worthy doc on Netflix. Why do I love them so much? Probably because I love seeing the world from another angle; having my world views challenged. I think we all need that.
The last two weeks have been an emotional roller coaster. Since October or so I’ve been doing the deadly spar with major depression and by February 23rd it had me by the jugular, ready to spill my blood. So I finally had to do something excruciatingly painful for me and inform my boss what’s going on, moreover tell her that I’ll be going on medical leave. It really hurt having to make that call. And in the end I didn’t even call her myself as I was too afraid. But my wonderful Dale did it for me. Thank the Earth I have him; he takes such good care of me. Some days he deserves a medal for having to put up with my mood swings. Ooo! Ooo! I should make him one! Perhaps out of origami! Can you make an origami medal? I’ll have to google magic that shite.
Dale also made me go to the doctor and tell her, too, what’s been going on depression wise. She ended up referring me to an ostensibly effective psychiatrist and prescribed a new pill to my pharmaceutical bank. Okay, I don’t really own a “pharmaceutical bank“, fortunately I’ve only required a single anti-depressant up until last week (eeeeeeefffffeeeexxxorrrrrr). Pretty gosh darn good considering all of the peeps walking around out there who have to rely on four+ different mood stabilizers for optimal functioning. Booooo-urns! I possess an aversion towards having to take meds. I know, I know, I need to accept it. I’m working on it, because I know they really do help us. But yes, Jacey is now on two different medications, and the new pill is: (drum roll please!) Abilify! The doc didn’t tell me that it was an antipsychotic that they prescribe to those battling schizophrenia and BPD, so imagine my surprise when I returned home from that appointment and googled Abilify. It kind of upset me for a second because at the core it made me feel like others would label me crazy. But I had a pep talk with myself and made me see reason. I made myself get over that because taking a pill that helps you feel better mentally and makes you not want to exist anymore, is not crazy. Not taking a pill that helps you feel better and not want to die anymore is crazy. Or, “cray-cray” for the young crowd.
Baaaah. Tired of discussing such a downer of a topic. On a more positive note, I’ve been teaching myself the art of Origami via youtube lessons. So far I can only make the ubiquitous Crane, but that’s because it’s my goal to make one thousand of them. Why? Because legend tells that if you fold one thousand cranes then you shall be granted either a wish or good luck, it depends on the various versions of the old story. I’m wishing for mental health. :)
Yesterday I finally finished my first string of 40. I started at the beginning of February so that took me quite a long time to complete that first string. It’s because I always fold them while I binge watch tv series and I’m easily distracted, ergo it takes me approx. fifteen minutes to fold a single crane — ha ha! Slow poke.