My psychologist recommended that I start a mood journal.
Truthfully, I have not put much effort in the task. My journal remains
practically empty.
The way it is supposed to work is that I write down my emotions
during a shift in my mood. After that, I am supposed to write about what I was
doing prior to the onset of the feeling and what I did after the feeling
started. Keeping track of this information, theoretically, is supposed to help
me predict any patterns in my mood and how it affects my behavior. If I am
feeling too high or too low, I can take steps to manage the symptoms that may
occur with a depressive or manic phase.
My problem is that I cannot figure out exactly how I feel. If I
cannot pinpoint that important detail, how can my doctor know how to counsel
me? The only feeling I observe in myself is, for lack of a better term, moody.
My psychologist also wants me to open up during therapy. UGH! I
hate to seem like I am not in control of my emotions. Our
first session was difficult. Our visits start with my cursory answer
of, "Fine", when he asks how I am doing. If I do not open up to him
soon, I may be in therapy forever. I once told him that if he wanted to know
how I am feeling, he could read my blog instead and charge me by the hour.
Talking about my feelings is not an easy for me. I am not a
touchy-feely person. Public displays of affection make me uncomfortable.
Unless, that is, you count grabbing my husband's rear end at the grocery store.
A word of caution...make sure that the cheek you grab belongs to your
significant other. Copping a feel of the buns of a stranger is awkward. I make
sure to get a glimpse of my husband's face before I grasp his boo-tay.
Sometimes, it is easy to mistake the identity of someone when you only see then
from behind. Pun intended.
The funny thing is that bipolar disorder is about emotions.
Bipolar disorder deals with mood swings. Emotions and moods go hand in hand.
Unless I am teetering towards depression or mania, I do not recognize what mood
state I am experiencing. I will have to try harder to actually do my
homework. I should be making the most of my sessions with my therapist;
otherwise, when we are together I am wasting our time.
The creative part of my disorder is trying to
find an easy way out of delving into my conscious and subconscious mind
searching for the reason that I am feeling whatever I am feeling at the time I
am feeling it. I need to figure it out soon or my psychologist will have
nothing to work with during our next therapy appointment. Maybe the next time I
see him, I could start with discussing my obsession with my husband's butt and
we can move on from there.
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