I'm puzzled today, because I'm down to -2, the beginnings of depression pain—which I experience as physical pain, mostly in my chest, underneath my sternum (breast bone). Maybe it's because I've run out of a couple of my medications, and will soon be fighting with my insurance company to get them to pay part of the bill for getting a 2-week supply at my local pharmacy. (Unless I screw up and run out, I get all my meds by mail order.) I'm on six different psych meds, plus a supplement, and they're a b*tch to keep up with.
The kittens are so sweet, though. Nénu now likes to climb onto my chest while I'm reading or using the iPad, and today Oscar didn't just curl up to take a nap with me, he got onto my pillow and put his soft face right up against my cheek. He can be such a nuisance—stealing everything he can get to and using it all as cat toys, throwing Bob's mouse onto the floor, scooping whole shelves' worth of books & papers onto the floor. They both have the size & strength to climb all the way to the ceiling in many places, and are engaged in their own reversed version of the BERP: instead of reducing entropy, they're constantly increasing it. The primates may be in charge, but the felines sure make a lot of messes. It's the two of them pitted against the two of us, and now that they're fixed they don't have those sex hormones causing hours of pitched battles with each other:
we are the focus of their attention. Orientals are famous for never growing up, for having kitten energy and kitten creativity all their lives, but I hope they'll soon reach a point where they don't have to assert themselves so destructively.
Anyway, I don't feel very good, as I'm sitting here waiting for the meds to kick in. And my eating behavior is chaotic. I'll go as long as a day and a half or two days totally on plan, and then act out by buying donuts or cookies.
But Grace and Mike (my Qigong instructor) bring so much light into my life. Not all of the stress I'm feelin' these days is negative stress: a lot of it is positive. I showed that black-&-white collage (
"a journey of light") to Mike, and he liked it so much, I gave it to him. I felt really good about that. Art is so marvelous that way: it conveys complex emotions quickly & immediately.
But I can't do art in a -2 mood state. I can't even daydream about it. The meds don't seem to be working, so I gotta stop now.