So I was asking myself the other day, "What can I do to jumpstart my blogging motivation now that I actually have a little time to do it?"
Aside from a few other posts I'm working on [which I just can not post yet because they aren't perfect] Then I thought, BLOG CHALLENGE! I found this cute little one on Tumblr the other day and thought it would be perfect.
Here we go:
Let's start off with the 10 secrets:
- There is no grey area with me. I don't do anything halfway. I either want to sleep for days or have insomnia for weeks at a time. I binge eat or I starve myself [totally unintentionally]. I love/hate passionately or you don't exist to me. I don't know if it is from my bipolar disorder or if it is just part of my personality.
- I have a hard time separating my mental illness from who I am. But it makes me livid when other people can't do the same. For example, when I am having a bad day...I stay in bed...I fantasize about blood in the bathtub or car crashes or just slowly drifting away in my sleep. I don't call anyone or tell my therapist or psychiatrist because the first words out of their mouth would be "Have you been taking your medication?" Or if I'm having a good day, I am bright and sunny and I want to write ALL THE BLOGPOSTS or buy ALL THE GOAT CHEESE at the farmers market. I am bursting with energy. And it's the same thing. "You seem kind of manic. Have you been taking your meds?" And I know it doesn't make sense to be angry with others for not understanding something that I don't understand myself. I have to ask myself "This happiness...this energy....is this me? Or is this one of my demons too?"
- I am literally the worst patient ever. I mean, seriously. I know most medical professionals suck at taking care of themselves but I think I win.
- For a week and a half, about two months ago, all I ate was cookie butter and Monster ultra energy drinks and lost 7 pounds. This still baffles me.
- I think I have the most boring secrets in the blogosphere.
- Even after being an RN for over 3 years, I still question if I am strong enough to handle it. Especially now that I am working medsurg and my patients are actually sick and dying. At the nursing home, it wasn't that the patients weren't sick. They were. And when they died, it was still sad. But it was a different kind of sadness. It was the kind of sadness from the family that comes when you lose someone you love. But most of the patients were ready. They had made peace or they had been trapped in a broken body for so many years, death set them free. They had lived. The nurses and CNAs and family were sad for themselves because we'd never see them again. In psych, very few of my patients were physically sick. The only way they would die in the hospital is if they killed themselves. But in medsurg, these patients fight. They WANT to live. That's what gets me. I hate seeing a fighter lose.
- Speaking of questioning my abilities to continue being a nurse; when I was in my final semester of nursing school, I seriously considered moving to New Orleans and becoming a professional dominatrix. Like I was looking up apartments and spaces for a studio/dungeon. I still think about it sometimes. Plus I look awesome in black leather.
- I think that the people I have loved in my life, regardless of how I feel about them now, still hold a tiny piece of my heart. It pisses me off.
- I've lived on my own [or with my fiance] for seven months now and I still miss home even though home doesn't really exist anymore.
- I have missed blogging terribly.
Okay, my loves. It's your turn. Do this blog challenge with me.
[For real..do it. I don't want to have to call any of you out. But I will.]