I’ve probably mentioned that I’m bipolar. Although I was diagnosed as such about three or four years ago, I’m still struggling with my emotions and medications. It isn’t fun, especially because I tend to push people away even though they’re only trying to help me. Then when I look back at my behavior and I feel guilty because of how I lashed out at those around me
Being bipolar with anxiety and depression all rolled up together makes for a tiring jumble of feelings. I stop doing things that I love to do, which actually has a rebound effect, throwing me into a depressive state. It’s a viscous cycle that I’m ill equipped to deal with at times.
So why am I bringing this up now?? Because it effects my love for reading sometimes. I stop reading and writing and really have to wait for a new set of prescriptions in hopes that we’ll find the right combination one of these days. But no matter what, I try and keep in mind that I’ll be happy one of these days with the right medications, a good therapist, and my support system of my loved ones.
Like Bebe Rexha so eloquently sings, “Everything’s going to be alright, everything is going to be just fine, it’s gonna be a good, good life, I’m a mess…”.
So please forgive me when I miss posting sometimes. I’m working on it and I’ll be back asap!!!
Thank you for understanding!!!
#bipolarlife