Across the pond

It was only when I received a message this afternoon from a fellow manic depressive who had got something from reading what I have written about this condition, that I realised that I had been depressed deep down inside for the last two weeks. Which is the main reason I have not written a blog for two weeks.

Depressed about the state of the world. Notably  the news that Barack Obama has plunged in the US approval ratings to a record low and that the health bill is still a long way from approval. Depressed by a nasty cough, which is also a reminder that diseases of the flesh are bound to strike with increasing frequency as I get even older than I am now. Depressed because because nothing I thought of writing seemed worth writing. Depressed because so few other human beings share my concerns.

Since I am a manic depressive, just one positive message can jolt me into a manic phases, in which the ideas come tumbling so fast, that I cannot get them down quick enough. And I don’t have time to eat. (Which reminds me of another worry. Replaced the scales, which broke two years ago, and found my weight is a stone below the usual.)

So I will go get some dinner soon.

After expressing my anger about the current fashion for labelling us lot, ‘bi-polar’. Manic depression describes my temparament much more accurately. I spend days when I don’t even feel like getting out of bed, cannot even get out of the starting gate on any worthwhile task. Then I switch and want to sprint a mile.

Have to sprint, because if I don’t I might get submerged by the glooms, yet again.

Still, ‘mustn’t grumble’, which is the title of a book about the English I got for my birthday.

Which I will blog about, if I ever get time to read it.

But before I go dinner.

One key thing about us manic depressives, we are all different from each other.

As are all human beings.

Which is another reason why I doubt the creation myth. Human beings are not cast in the same mold cast by one celestial sculptor. They are beings who have been shaped by genes, social and economic background and by the life experiences they have lived through.

Which is, when you think about it, really wonderful.