Manic depressive

Okay, so that’s a misleading title, I know.  I am not Manic Depressive in a clinical sense but I’m being forced through it. Manic because work these days; due to ‘changes’ and the world environment, is manic, moving me from project A to B to C and back again in myriad combinations. I’m okay with that, to an extent, but it’s quickly ramping up to be a continuing manic state the next two months. And the head of technology just threw down some more changes which not just change assumptions about the aforementioned projects, but change the workload drastically.

Now, on the depression side, I realized a couple days ago I was getting depressed. It’s because Chloe is away and has been for a week or so. She comes back today. It’s not a big depression, but I know it’s there. My eating habits changed, my sleep schedule is completely fucked and despite the loss of 2 pounds over the previous week, I’m back up again having gained that 2 pounds back. WTF body?! Damn it!

So, the depressed part should get better once she gets back. Sleeping next to her is far more comfortable than without. We fit together so well in bed. Sometimes we spoon and sleep that way for hours without moving.

So, I go from being the sad dog face to manic employee and back again all. day. long. And for days at a time.

I have to say, I’m looking forward to spring and warmer temperatures. And more sunshine. But for now, I’ll just keep Marching through (see what I did there?) and get to April, where the work schedule will continue to ramp up, at least until May 9 when “Things Happen” at the day job.

I’m very much looking forward to the collar, the leash and the Mistress all being back in place where they belong tonight.

2 thoughts on “Manic depressive

  1. You’ve got a job ( an income and all that follows from it) – try the mantra “nil carborundum” which (loosely) translates as “don’t let the bastards grind you down”. So dig in – get on with it – count your blessings.

    So Mistress goes AWOL for a week – and you let your domestic routine slip. That’s not depression , that’s carelessness. Get a grip. I hope the house is clean/the laundry done/the flowers bought for her return.
    In her shoes I would put your collar and leash on . Then I would take an appropriate instrument to your rear end.

    (that’s not advice – its exasperation ;) )

    • I know what happens and where I go when depression slips into my life and I know (usually) what to do about it.

      But I appreciate your suggestions of getting back on the horse and riding again, and that’s what I’ve tried to do.

      There IS a sharp contrast between the mania at work and the lack thereof at home… and THAT part will continue for the next couple months… it’s going to be a ride. ;)

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