Lately I've hit a phase where things in recovery and life are looking up, but it's taking a lot of adjustment to get used to. I'm still dealing with recovery things, it's just...a different level. I've been thinking about it kind of like cleaning a really dirty house. Maybe when you first start on the house, there's so much junk and grime everywhere that you don't even know where to start. But, eventually, you'll have picked up and sorted through all the piles of junk and it'll be time to start wiping down counters and mopping floors.
Maybe it's because the mess I'm cleaning right now, though still grimy, is so much less extreme than the messes I'm used to being overwhelmed by, or maybe it's because right now life seems so much more interesting and ...just has a better outlook to it even if it still seems precarious, but I've been feeling just chock full of energy, to a level where I'm kinda uncomfortable and I can't focus. I'm having ideas about things I want to do, now that I CAN do them, so fast that I can't remember them all. I want to go out and spend all my money on my new life right now! (Don't worry, I've been restraining myself.) I'm finding it difficult to hold myself back from making bad decisions or going and doing things because I'm just so exited. But it's this uncomfortable, extreme excited feeling.
And then, often in the same day, I'll kind of run out of things to do or I'll hit a lull in the day and all of a sudden I'm noticing depressive thoughts. It's like as soon as I feel like I can't act on any of this excitement and the day will pass without accomplishing anything related to whatever 53 ideas I'm having in that moment I feel like there's no point to anything at all and I start getting all existential. It's like I feel like.. "Sure, I can be excited about all these things. But in the end it doesn't really matter. I can go out and do all this fun stuff but nothing matters, at the end of the day. It's just a way to waste away your life, devoid of meaning."
I'm not sure if all of this is just my own way of processing such a stark and sudden life change after a lifetime of suffering? Or maybe it's some kind of emotional fallout or consequence of that change? At this point I can generally work through most problems of this nature on my own, so perhaps this one will work out too, but it reminded me of a description I heard once about being manic and that made me feel like I might be dealing with something which I know nothing about. Does anyone have any experience with this?
Maybe it's because the mess I'm cleaning right now, though still grimy, is so much less extreme than the messes I'm used to being overwhelmed by, or maybe it's because right now life seems so much more interesting and ...just has a better outlook to it even if it still seems precarious, but I've been feeling just chock full of energy, to a level where I'm kinda uncomfortable and I can't focus. I'm having ideas about things I want to do, now that I CAN do them, so fast that I can't remember them all. I want to go out and spend all my money on my new life right now! (Don't worry, I've been restraining myself.) I'm finding it difficult to hold myself back from making bad decisions or going and doing things because I'm just so exited. But it's this uncomfortable, extreme excited feeling.
And then, often in the same day, I'll kind of run out of things to do or I'll hit a lull in the day and all of a sudden I'm noticing depressive thoughts. It's like as soon as I feel like I can't act on any of this excitement and the day will pass without accomplishing anything related to whatever 53 ideas I'm having in that moment I feel like there's no point to anything at all and I start getting all existential. It's like I feel like.. "Sure, I can be excited about all these things. But in the end it doesn't really matter. I can go out and do all this fun stuff but nothing matters, at the end of the day. It's just a way to waste away your life, devoid of meaning."
I'm not sure if all of this is just my own way of processing such a stark and sudden life change after a lifetime of suffering? Or maybe it's some kind of emotional fallout or consequence of that change? At this point I can generally work through most problems of this nature on my own, so perhaps this one will work out too, but it reminded me of a description I heard once about being manic and that made me feel like I might be dealing with something which I know nothing about. Does anyone have any experience with this?