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After literally months of suffering through a depressive phase the sun came up on my world, drying out the dampness in the corners and carrying cleansing breezes to all the lands. Two weeks of “normality” before this angry, hateful person at work starts harrassing me and kicks me into a full blown bipolar II style mania. All the anxiety and rage with none of the perks of at least being able to get a few thousand things done before Elvis leaves the building, if you get my meaning.
When I say, “harrassing”, I am referring to the legal definition. My boss is suppose to be doing something to prevent this from happening again but I have a feeling that this is going to end up with us meeting in human resources. I really just want to scream and quit and run home and curl up into a fetal position. I don’t trust what I may say when I am in this state. I can only hope that I can figure out a way to not go into the office tomorrow. My boss knows about my illness but is uncomfortable with it. However, I may just have to call in manic. This may be the best for all involved. At least I can work on some things from home. Maybe get into my doctor and try to head off the logical conclusion to this, another soul sucking depression. It’s icy grip is already reaching up to grab hold of me.
I hate mixed states.
I keep attempting to write a meaningful post but I am depressed and tired. Most of the weekend was spent sleeping. How is it possible to be so bone-weary tired?
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