Ariel's Two Cents

 I had an awful start to my day, and it has left its mark on me.  I only slept for about 3 - 4 hours before I woke up with a bout of painsomnia, which is one of my most hated symptoms.  Painsomnia steals my sleep, my joy and my peace all in one swoop.  Today's episode was compliments of sleeping on my stomach, which causes severe back pain for me.  When I woke up, I could not feel my hips or parts of my legs.  I could not get up and out of bed to make my coffee, use the restroom, find my pain medication, or anything else that I might have needed at the time.  I did the only logical thing that one can do at 3 am in an emergency and I woke up my husband.  He begrudgingly got up and out of bed to help me.  Neither of us were in a particularly good mood at that ungodly hour, but he still made the coffee, got me my medication, then promptly went back to sleep.   Normally, I would spend the next few hours working on a writing project or s...

 I'm having another rest day, and I am not particularly happy about it.  Rest days are still an uphill battle for me.  I am one of the people who has been forced to believe that they only have value when they are productive members of society.  After a lifetime of being told, in no uncertain terms, that it is unacceptable to be unproductive, it's nearly impossible to allow yourself to rest.  This is where I am at now.  I know that my body needs to rest, but my mind will not allow it.  Even when I'm lying down to rest, my brain is going a million miles a minute.  I have Bipolar II and am currently in a hypomanic phase , so resting with racing thoughts is becoming even more difficult than before.   Today's rest day is brought to us courtesy of frying chicken last night.  You got it!  All I did all day long was fry chicken for an hour in the evening, and I am in so much pain today that I can hardly even get out of bed.  I wa...