Hello all. I hope you are having a great Easter Sunday or whatever holiday you observe (or don’t observe)! Today I am focusing on being grateful. Even though I have persistent anxiety from my bipolar illness I have lots and lots to be thankful for: my daughter’s health, my daughter’s achievements in school, my husband’s companionship, my Mom’s relatively good health, our new puppy, a psyche doctor and therapist who I trust and consider in my support circle , constant help and support from my sister, and the list goes on….
Can you find it in your heart to be thankful for something today? Even if it as simple as that cup of morning coffee? I hope so.
Have a super day!
I woke up on Easter yesterday feeling depressed. This is not unusual for a person with bipolar disorder but it is somewhat unusual for me – my go to emotion is anxiety that may be caused by simultaneous lows and highs. But this was all lows. What was bothering me was that me and my teenage daughter were planning to do a social distancing grocery drop at my 83 year old mother’s condo. She is a widow and lives alone. There has been a no visitor in and no person out mandate in place for several weeks. I know she has been feeling very isolated because of covid-19 (we talk on the phone twice a day) and has had very little actual face-to-face time. As a daughter I feel guilty about not having made social distance grocery drops on a weekly basis prior to this time but I have had low white blood cell counts because of the meds I take. So it has been important for me to shelter in place as much as possible with a compromised immune system. I don’t have any real message behind this post except to say I think it made my Mom’s day for us to visit and chat outside for a half hour at the social distancing space despite the fact that I had reservations/depressed feelings about going. I guess I pushed through the depression to the other side so to speak. But I still worry about things like her contracting the illness and not being able to be there for her. I feel like I need(ed) to put my immune system first but I also feel guilty for not doing more for my Mom.
Does anybody else have a story of how they have stayed connected with an elderly parent through all this? Or even before this all occurred?
I am keen on the idea of bridled capitalism rather than capitalism that runs its own course without steerage. Here is a poem I wrote trying to express this thought. The image of bridled capitalism assumes there is a rider (perhaps society) who is helping steer the horse where to go rather than the horse running unbridled throughout the streets and and/or the countryside.
A bridled horse preferred
To one without.
Coursing through time and space
To illuminate the thoughts of
Empires growing just
And among them.
Rider, rider Where will we go?