Like I'd actually OBEY the doctor... sheesh

I went for a walk today. Nothing monumental - about 30 minutes each way to the library and back. Still, I'm lapping everyone around the coach. Yeah, after my black out I was restricted to my bed, the bathroom, and the coach for three days. Um, not happening. I figured walking on public roads with my cell phone I'd be safe enough. Um, not so much. I fell and twisted my ankle. And scraped up my knees. My ankle isn't hurt bad. In fact, I'm thinking about trying out a run tomorrow. According to my psych doctor I need to work on "stress management". Running is as good as anything to work on "stress management". At least in my book it is! I've got my ankle up a little bit, it's tender to the touch, but should be fine tomorrow.

So a little more about myself is in order. I'm bipolar with skitzo-effective disorder. Don't ask me how to spell that, I don't know. So I'm on like four different medications for it. My parents are really against my medications. My biggest support is my husband. Do I hope to be healed some day? Yes... but right now my meds are helping a lot so that's awesome.

But you know what? I'm confident that with running, therapy, and yes, some meds, I can enjoy a healthy, happy life.

That's the message that I want to spread with this blog - that people with Mental Illnesses can live healthy, happy, even NORMAL life... as long as we take care of ourselves and (mostly) follow our doctor's orders.

:P

Aurora