It’s Saturday afternoon. And I’m working on figuring out a topic for my master’s thesis (okay, and watching golf on tv). It’s not like I don’t know where my interests lie. I do like to take apart parts of my own life and examine it from a sociological point of view, which means I do have a fascination with the social dynamics of mental health…and fantasy football. But I can’t seem to get my ideas together. Actually, I think I actually do know that I have a particular interest in researching topics in mental health. For some reason though, I am a little hesitant to do a big paper on mental illness.
It’s a bit of a conundrum. On one hand, I should be comfortable by now to ‘out’ myself as having a mental disorder. But on the other hand, I guess I’m not as comfortable as I’d like to believe I am. It’s such an odd thing; I’ve been writing this journal for about 9 months now. You’d think I would get over whatever worries I have about revealing my bipolar disorder to others. What I’ve revealed to myself is that I still have my own prejudice about it.
I have a lot more to say about all of this, but I probably should be using all my energy toward figuring out what topic I’ll be spending the next year researching (..and some spent on watching golf and football).