…Or rather, life when depression is artificially suppressed by a drug called Abilify. It’s pretty good peeps. The weather here in the UK is freaking gorgeous at the moment. Not hot but so mild and balmy, cloudless sky, pollution in the high range here in London apparently but I can’t say I’ve really noticed.
I was getting out and mixing somewhat before, but always driven by desperation, need and fear of the alternative. Now I’m getting out coz I’m kind of excited to meet new peeps and do new things. Went to a local social meet up thing this afternoon, for peeps over 50 with a chronic health condition (my bipolar counts as one I guess). It was surprisingly fun. We drank tea and ate cake, nattered about how long we’d lived in the area, had a quiz (I knew virtually all the answers on the food and drink section lol).
I treated myself to a super-value Turkish veggie lunch earlier. Eat to live or live to eat? Guess it’s pretty clear which one I am lol.
I finished filling in new application for disability benefit yesterday with my wonderful support worker. So I felt like celebrating as I think (touch wood) we did a decent job. It’s a bit like completing an assignment, as it’s something I always tend to dread.
I’m 53. My life is fairly mundane if not outright boring but there’s a lot of stuff I don’t have to deal with anymore. Couldn’t give a monkey’s about sex. Fairly happy living alone provided I get in an adequate amount of social interaction most days. And maybe growing older isn’t such an unmitigated disaster. It’s not all bad. Older peeps tend to be more , uh, accepting I think? Less judgmental? They aren’t so hung up on how they’re coming across? Of course, I’m not there yet, but I’m certainly in the middle now.
But that’s life without depression. That’s life in the first fortnight on a new drug that actually seems to work. Mind you, among the listed possible side effects is sudden death lol! I should be so lucky.