At first, I blamed bipolar. I was THAT bad. My dad definitely could have been undiagnosed bipolar. He was a real whack job sometimes.
Other times, I feel my hormones raging and know THEY are the culprits.
Then, sometimes, I just think it’s mid-life moodiness shuffled in with depression bouts. I mean, life is a rollercoaster – unless you are in some rancid rut.
So, I have decided not to label myself with ANYthing. I’m me. Period.
Feels better to not blame my moods on any certain thing. ADD? OCD? Nah.
Goal: no more self-diagnosing.
Mantra: stop analyzing yourself, Lea. Just keep waking up, living, and sleeping.
Why must life shifts fit into categories?