It is December 26, 2019 as I write this posting. I had a rough go a few days right before Christmas. I had to postpone my holiday plans as I was having some flare ups with the illness. Even though I spent Christmas Day at home by myself, I made a point of calling my family and getting in touch with friends via phone and social media. Got to chat with my brother and his kids and find out what they got for Christmas. I rescheduled my family Christmas for this weekend. But we’re supposed to have winter storms this weekend, so it may be getting postponed a second time, perhaps until New Year’s Day. Fortunately there are lots of college football games this weekend. So even if we do get the several inches of snow and ice and bad winds, I can stay home and watch football. I just hope the power doesn’t go out.
I don’t have much planned for the next few days other than get ready for the storm and watch some ball games. In addition to watching a few games already, I have been thinking over the last twelve months. 2019 hasn’t been as eventful as some years, at least not for me. I did sell my car, I have employed a cleaning lady who has dropped in once a week, and now one of my neighbors is helping with my laundry. My neighbors drop in a couple times per week and we just check in on each other. I had my annual physical checkup in early December. I didn’t lose weight (like I had hoped), yet I didn’t gain weight either. I don’t know if I stayed steady because of the change of diet and regular weight lifting or what. I did start on a blood pressure medication. After a few weeks on it, I notice I feel less tense and am starting to become more active again.
Mentally I kept largely to myself even though I have felt less paranoid and anxious than previous years. I have had a few flare ups over the last twelve months, but they seem less intense than in previous years. I still sometimes call my parents and just blow off steam. I feel guilty for it even though my parents seem to be understanding. I admit, I have an amazing family for support. Even the extended family of cousins and aunts are very understanding. I’ve been doing this blog on a regular basis for six years now. I’m more comfortable talking about my issues now than I was even when I started this blog. I certainly didn’t feel comfortable about talking about my problems twenty years ago, not even really to family. I started having problems when I was seventeen and a junior in high school. At first I was hoping it was merely teenage angst and anxiety. Turns out I was wrong. After using regular medical treatment and therapy for almost twenty years, it is easier to talk about my problems. I have moved past the acceptance part and now advocating for others besides myself. I don’t know how long I will get to live, but I plan on talking about these issues for a long as I can. For awhile I was thinking about starting a youtube channel where I do voice overs just talking about mental illness. I am still a little leery about broadcasting myself, but not so much my voice. I hope that mostly paranoia talking. A friend of mine has a youtube channel featuring her art work and she’s tried to convince me to put some of my thoughts to video instead of just print. I didn’t get around to it in the 2010s, but who knows what opportunities the 2020s will present.