a day with depression turned 5 years old on Tuesday!
I’ll admit I haven’t gone back to look through my 5 years of blogging, and I’ve been posting a lot less regularly as of late, but this blog has been a real help for me. I’m glad I have a space to share experiences that people don’t always talk about (though it’s getting better), that can be rather isolating. I’m grateful for the community I found on WordPress, particularly other mental health bloggers. I miss Blog for Mental Health, maybe we can pick that up again.
In the time since starting this blog I have …
- had the pleasure of “parenting” 3 pairs of rats
- learned a great deal about intersectional feminism
- socially transitioned from the gender I was assigned at birth to nonbinary / enby
- gotten married
- become a zillion times more confident and assertive
- healed a great deal
- come to accept that mental health “recovery” is a never-ending, nonlinear process
- made some absolutely amazing friends
- become engaged in activism and politics
- learned so much
- learned that I have so much more to learn
- figured out what meds work for me – including that I don’t need the clonazepam
- developed kickass coping skills for anxiety and depression
There’s been a lot of drama in the Green Party as of late, throughout the US and unfortunately also in my state. It breaks my heart, really, because we have much much more important things to focus on. I’ve been feeling incredibly overwhelmed and not focusing on what I need to do to live a fulfilling life.
(Ironically – or perhaps not – the latest drama in my state party is uncannily similar to what happened to someone else back in March:
it has to do with people he loved betraying him, and feeling powerless to change what’s going on in an organization he’s supposed to be a leader of. An organization he led very well, and changed for the better, but that’s not what some of its most powerful leaders – his former and my current friends – are focusing on.
(These same people – my “friends” – are now verbally wrecking the latest person they’ve forced to leave: Ron.)
So, I’ve decided to end my involvement in my state party. I will probably continue to help organize locally, and engage in nonpartisan activism, but I need to take a step back from this stuff and pick up the life I’ve put on hold for a year and a half. I’m grateful for the actual friendships I’ve made, my relationship with Ron, the experiences I’ve had, everything I’ve learned, the skills I’ve developed, all of it.
Now it’s time to start a new chapter.