Today is the first major snow storm of the season in my town. Â I’m enjoying staying at home, listening to the wind howl, and watching the snow fall. Â I’m glad I’m not traveling in this mess. Â It’s a good night to just stay home and stay bunkered down.
Even though I still spend most of my time at home, I get more visitors. Â My neighbors visit usually once a day. Â They were over here all afternoon on Sunday. Â After a few weeks of having more regular company, I’m less paranoid about people in general. Â I still spend most of my time at home, but it’s not as a defense mechanism. I usually stay home because I want to. Â And I have plenty of books to read and things to keep me occupied in my apartment. Â I am enjoying the longer nights. Â I usually go to bed about 9 or 10 pm and wake about 4 am anymore. Â I sometimes nap in the afternoons too.
I don’t have much planned for Thanksgiving. Â I’m spending it with my neighbors. Â My parents are coming to my place a few days later. Â I haven’t decided what I’m doing for Christmas. I guess I really don’t want to go anywhere, but I’m up for hosting a few family members. Â I just don’t like to travel much anymore. Â I imagine much of this is due to the illness. Â I am glad I got to travel in my younger years.
My illness has changed over the last few years. Â Some things really upset me now that didn’t used to. Â I am more prone to want to be left alone. Â I am less tolerant of being treated poorly by others. Â I have zero patience for gossip and drama. Â But I am more likely to seek help before things become crisis. Â I’m more honest with myself and others. Â I’m more accepting of my quirks and hangups. Â And I no longer feel I have to hide my mental illness. Â And I feel more hopeful overall. Â While I’m not delusional enough to believe I will get cured, I have learned how to adapt to the illness and plan accordingly. Â I guess I don’t know how I would adapt to life without a mental illness.
I don’t know what I would do if I ever was cured. Â It would probably mean I’d have to get off social security disability and find work again. Because of the illness, my work skills have deteriorated to almost nothing. Â Few jobs are available anymore that don’t require college degrees or moving to an urban area. Â I don’t want to go into debt to get a degree that will probably be obsolete before I pay it off. Â I certainly don’t want to get married at this point. Â I’m almost 40 years old. Â I don’t want kids at this point. Â I didn’t have kids or get married because I feared I would be a lousy father and husband. Â I just knew myself too well. Â I don’t really care about become rich. Â I certainly don’t want to become famous. I’ve seen too many high achievers get built up only to get torn down later. Â I always thought that it was stupid how we praise high achievers only to condemn them later for making mistakes and being human. Â I don’t want to be famous, at least not in my lifetime. Â Right now I’m content to be an independent scholar, write my blogs, write my journals, and have a few close friends and some family. Â I really don’t want much more than that.
Sometimes I don’t even really mind living in a large apartment complex, especially as long as I can stay out of sight and out of the way of drama. Â I don’t want to hear gossip anymore. Â I don’t care about who did or said what to whom anymore. Â The easiest way to make me happy is to not harass me and even just leave me alone unless you have good news. Â I’m happy to see my neighbors because they are almost always in good moods. Â I’m happy to see my cleaning lady every week because she doesn’t mind the conversation while she works. Â And I’m usually happy to chat with my friends and family, at least as long as they aren’t knit picking me.