Boredom seems such an easy thing to fix. It should be. Find something you like to do and do it. Simple isn’t it? I think it has to do with the depression from my Bipolar. My mood stabilizer calms down the mania, but leaves me feeling depressed. Things I loved, I could care less about right now.
Recently I found “Grey’s Anatomy” on Netflix. There are 14 seasons with roughly 24 episodes per season. Since I don’t have cable I would search for things to watch.
The other day I bought an antennae that works on my tv and gives me free local channels. I even found stations with old game shows and the old tv shows. I have the local channels unfortunately only have the 2 and it doesn’t seem to include the channel “Dancing With The Stars” is on. The antennae works but it seems like I have to reset the antennae every day or so as something changes. I end up moving it or the tv around til it clears up. Of course this will also raise my electric bill I am also sure. I don’t know how much.
I am trying to get back into reading. I used to read 7 or more books a week, now it takes weeks or months to read one.
I have all these adult coloring books and a huge box of Crayola Crayons. I bought them when I went through a faze where I wanted to color. That didn’t last long.
My writing is currently on hold. I can’t wrap my mind around it right now.
A lot of my time is currently visiting my dad and having a conversation that goes from interesting and making sense and then he will say something that he will insist is true although it doesn’t seem possible. My sister finally told him that no matter his progress he will not be driving any more. We expected a fight on that one, but he is accepting the loss of driving as necessary and he says he has had to give up his modesty so they can help him. Now he understands how my mother felt when she had to give up her independence and depend on him although in her case it was her husband mainly and then near the end my sister and I. My sister and I are not comfortable with having to possibly have to take care of his private, intimate parts. That is our dad and my mom would have been one thing, but our dad, well we will have to wait and see what happens and where he goes.
Tessa – advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also devout Christian