Every time someone asks me this I want to hurl things.
EVERY. DAMN. TIME.
And no, saying “If you don’t mind me asking…” does not make it OK.
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat.Text reads: “You want normal sleep schedule? No can has.”]
Since being put on my new anti-depressant I have had a jump up in insomnia. I am either mildly manic and unable to sleep or I fall into a 13 hour deep sleep that is hard to be woken from. I was given sleep aids but they either don’t help or, they make me pass out for over 13 hours. I’ve tried all sorts of relaxation techniques now I am going to try exercise maybe it will make it so I don’t have the spoons to move and then I will have no choice but to sleep.
Mine’s not linked to my anti-d’s but good god damn is this accurate.
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat. Text reads: “How are you? Um, well…”]
I know they’re trying to be polite and start a conversation in the usual manner. And while I don’t want to be rude in return, I’m not exactly in peak condition.
I once got fired for telling someone how I really was doing.
yep. I worry about the opposite and disability. What if one day I get healthy enough (through therapy and the right combination of meds) to go off disability and get a job like I really really want to? Then I get kicked off, then I don’t get my meds, then I need it again. Vicious circle.
Doctor Who/David Tennant inspired.
Art done by tacoface.
Tattoo done by Jason Stein at Cyclops Tattoo in San Francisco.
[Image: 18-piece green-colored background with a common house mouse. Top text reads: “mental illness does not mean I am going to hurt people” Bottom text reads: “But your stupid questions are making me reconsider”]