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LittleBigFoot
Policy Enforcement
Daily Check In
Anxiety: So bad today. He wants freedom. But I don't know what that freedom looks like. He's tired of having all these constraints on everything but won't tell me what will fix it beyond just getting on disability like it's so damn simple.
Anger: Is a thing today. At myself. When I talk to her I just get a cold shoulder. She won't say what's wrong or why she is angry. Anyone have that happen with your parts?
Binge: Chocolate donuts for the win. Especially when you're sick af. What the hell was I thinking?
Reading: Can't. But leaning towards softer/funnier/sweeter/Hero saves heroine type romances when I'm able to think about it.
Manager: Soooo disappointed in my behavior. Angry that I am not at work, angry that I am sick. Angry that I have fallen way off any bandwagon of self care.
Artsy/Adventurous: Not present.
Anything new: As far as parts, just a little girl part showing up who says she wants me to accept the bipolar diagnosis. That it gives her validation.
Not eating in car: Nope, today the donuts happened in the car.
3 square meals: Ummm no.
Meal frequency: Terrible.
Home weighing: Haven't done this at least.
Soda size: Had half a small so I suppose that's okay.
Kitchen table breakfast: Will need to clean off the kitchen table first. . . .
Any other thoughts: I hate her. Kidding, I truly don't, I love her. I just hate that it feels like therapy twice a week and I'm overwhelmed.
Overall mood: So so so very low.
Level of interest in things I enjoy: Nonexistent.
Energy: Nonexistent. I feel like I'm trudging through a bog.
Concentration: So bad. I'm amazed I've managed this far in the post.
Appetite: Not very high, except for chocolate.
Sleep: So bad, I slept all night and 80% of the day.
Thoughts of death or suicide: Yes. Ideation is creeping up.
Overindulgence in risky behavior: I don't know. I could have powered through being sick and be at work tonight but I chose not to and I'm hating myself for it and feel like this is part of the risky behavior because I feel like I'm faking and work will find out and fire me.
Anxiety: So bad today. He wants freedom. But I don't know what that freedom looks like. He's tired of having all these constraints on everything but won't tell me what will fix it beyond just getting on disability like it's so damn simple.
Anger: Is a thing today. At myself. When I talk to her I just get a cold shoulder. She won't say what's wrong or why she is angry. Anyone have that happen with your parts?
Binge: Chocolate donuts for the win. Especially when you're sick af. What the hell was I thinking?
Reading: Can't. But leaning towards softer/funnier/sweeter/Hero saves heroine type romances when I'm able to think about it.
Manager: Soooo disappointed in my behavior. Angry that I am not at work, angry that I am sick. Angry that I have fallen way off any bandwagon of self care.
Artsy/Adventurous: Not present.
Anything new: As far as parts, just a little girl part showing up who says she wants me to accept the bipolar diagnosis. That it gives her validation.
Not eating in car: Nope, today the donuts happened in the car.
3 square meals: Ummm no.
Meal frequency: Terrible.
Home weighing: Haven't done this at least.
Soda size: Had half a small so I suppose that's okay.
Kitchen table breakfast: Will need to clean off the kitchen table first. . . .
Any other thoughts: I hate her. Kidding, I truly don't, I love her. I just hate that it feels like therapy twice a week and I'm overwhelmed.
Overall mood: So so so very low.
Level of interest in things I enjoy: Nonexistent.
Energy: Nonexistent. I feel like I'm trudging through a bog.
Concentration: So bad. I'm amazed I've managed this far in the post.
Appetite: Not very high, except for chocolate.
Sleep: So bad, I slept all night and 80% of the day.
Thoughts of death or suicide: Yes. Ideation is creeping up.
Overindulgence in risky behavior: I don't know. I could have powered through being sick and be at work tonight but I chose not to and I'm hating myself for it and feel like this is part of the risky behavior because I feel like I'm faking and work will find out and fire me.