So I’m supposed to be keeping a mood diary. Rating my mood twice a day. I haven’t even been doing that simple task right. Taking my meds when I remember…which is not good enough! I have to remember all my meds. Twice a day.
I’m not helping matters with my choice of solutions. They’re the old solutions which stopped working years ago. Minus the sex. Won’t go there.
I know. Uh-huh. I know. I know. Of course. I know. I know. Trust me, I know.
Need to take my laptop home from this cafe, then see if I feel like going to the Pride Week flag-raising at noon. Maybe there’ll be a lunch there. (There was…I went. It was good to get out for a bit more of a walk.)
I’ve just joined an online forum at the Mood Disorders Association of Ontario. It’s a start. Again. Won’t be a quitter so long as I’m a joiner.