I wish it didn’t feel so taxing to do things I enjoy, like writing a quick blog, scrapbooking, or art. I think there’s not enough time in the day, like my entire day is consumed by responsibilities and adult tasks, and I have no control over the spare free time I find. I feel as though my energy levels are simply insufficient to balance both adulthood and the carefree life I desire. It’s like I don’t have enough energy to maintain my desired lifestyle, and I also can't change the demands of said lifestyle right now. 

For the first time ever, I recognized my patterns align with hypomania. Now what?

Up at 4 AM, writing about a dream and what it means. Spirit gives us messages in the most interesting ways. I’m so happy that I have the ability to hear and listen.

3 cheers for some quick Mama Z poetry! 🥂

This piece was started during the ‘low’ end of my mental illness, and finished during the ‘high’ end. Read till the end for a vital mental health resource.