Last Friday was my birthday. I was 12. It was not my belly-button birthday. It was my sobriety birthday – 12 years without a drink. Normally I celebrate my sobriety date but this year I didn’t think much about it. My other mental illness was on my mind – literally.
I started sliding on Tuesday. I felt awful – everything ached and by end of a very, very long day (Election day is the longest day of the year for journalists) I had a low-grade fever. I told my boss I wouldn’t be in on Wednesday. I went home and slept for 16 hours with a couple of bathroom breaks and a banana. I woke up in a fog, a dark cloud above. The fever was gone but I was in a funk. It wasn’t just a funky-funk, it was an uh-oh funk.
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Ninety minutes of exercise got me out of an “uh-oh funk” yesterday. As much as I dreaded going to the gym and interacting with other humans, within five minutes the funk lifted. Last night I had a full night’s sleep for the first time in a week. Now I feel better, too.
Mary Lewis
2:16 pm on
September 1st, 2010So, in other words, distraction is what can make one get out of an uh-oh blue funk? sounds easy enough – just have to remember to do it
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