I've been going through a low lately, and I've realised yet again how much it has affected my productivity. A couple of months ago, I was all raring to go about finding a better paying job so I can live a better lifestyle with my newish partner. Then I got down.
It's a chronic illness, as debilitating as a physical illness is. The fact that I've been able to keep working and socialising at the rate I have been doing is indicative that I'm not a weak person. I do get frustrated at how I lose sight of my plans for the future when I get ill, though. So much energy is wasted fighting the illness that I don't have enough left to think long-term.
I think I'm a passionate person. When I want to do something, I go at it with gusto and even a certain amount of stamina, but I have a limit. When I hit that limit, my critical/analytical side takes over and starts pulling everything apart. A lot of the thoughts I have when I'm depressed are actually legitimate things to be frustrated or upset about, but it's the energy with which I pick at them that is damaging. It's like the energy that I originally had when I was productive has been channelled into this dissection of everything in my life and in general. This causes me to shut down on the outside, whilst the internal psychological engine is overworked and overheating. I look numb, withdrawn and like I'm not doing much, but my mind never stops.
My life is too short to spend much time in this state, although I can appreciate that being in it just once or twice gives you a different perspective on life. I end up like this too often. I would say the majority of my life has been lived like this - partly because during my formative years, I allowed bullies and vindictive people to disable me and stop me from being my best. Now when other people, society/the system, or just natural circumstance keep me from being my best, I get angry, then I get depressed, then I get stuck in depression so badly, I forget what I was trying to achieve in the first place.
Oh well, at least I've noticed this pattern.
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Zombies, zombies will tear us apart...again.