Well, it’s late and I’m tired, but I thought I’d write for a little while.
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Dealing with bipolar depression is not an easy task.
I sometimes find it hard to do the dishes, let alone plant a rose bush,
and yet I get up and do it and somehow it gets done. I’m focusing on
my poverty and want and lack
and trying desperately to focus on the happiness and goodness around me.
But I get mad..really angry, deep down.
Which turns into sadness.
And that fuels my fear.
and fear is no good.
But all good means boring.
And boring we must not, can not, could not have.
To have a happy life.
It’s a cycle.
I’m learning.
Try me.
A.L. Miller
May 2005
May 25th, 2005 at 5:29 pm
I feel like that a little bit, but it’s pretty mild for me I think. If it gets worse I’ll of course go see a doctor. It sounds like you’re handling this thing really well; I’m proud of you! Hang in there Amy!
May 25th, 2005 at 9:51 pm
I know what you mean. Everyone has mild depressions now and then. (Over 2 weeks is looking to be something more) Mine’s been diagnosed as a clinical depression. It’s a lifelong thing for me. I’d been at a stable point for 10 years though.
Aww..thanks for the encouragement, Kirsten. Today’s been much better. I’ve been getting more rest and am adjusting to my meds now, so my brian chemistry isn’t so screwey…I still get anxious though. It’s a process, that’s for sure..but this time around I’m coming come out of it a lot faster.