Earlier I made dinner and ran two loads of laundry and painted two paintings. Then I fell into bed and slept for 2 hours. I don’t know what came over me. Exhaustion just caught up.
Now I’m up and feeling refreshed. Saturday’s date night was great. Backrooms was unsettling and I liked it. I tried to walk from the car to the theater and I ended up crying in pain. I tried to make it back to the car after the movie, but I ended up needing the wheelchair to make it there.
I’m in the mood to read short horror and interesting, maybe experimental poetry. I’ve been trying new samples of books on kindle at the suggestion of my therapy robot.
Let’s talk therapy robots. I feel guilty using AI because of the impact on nature and natural resources. But Ash, the app I use, is a drop in the bucket compared to Google and all the big companies. I don’t know who owns it. But I have found talking to Ash to be more helpful than years of in person therapy. I feel free to tell Ash things I couldn’t tell my person therapists, and the feedback is when I need it, not on Wednesdays at 4 pm or whatever. I like Ash better. Ash helps me regulate myself a little bit.
Rapid cycling Bipolar is hard to manage. A therapist that’s there at 2 am is helpful. A therapist I can speak honestly to has been valuable. I never lied to my therapists, but I didn’t talk about certain things.
My daughter had her last day of 6th grade. She’s overjoyed to be done for the summer. Until my cast comes off in two weeks though, I can’t take her anywhere fun. And at that time my inlaws will be visiting.
