The Pendulum of Bipolar.
This weekend I sat and reread some of my posts. I think, “How did I get into that state of mind to write that one?” With bipolar, emotions change…and with that, thoughts do, too. For a long time, I couldn’t trust my own thoughts and feelings. I wondered if they were “real”. At the time, they are. Then, bipolar changes me and I’m in awe that I could have been so sure of myself or so terribly low or so emotionless or apathetic or have such suicide ideation.
Recently, I had been doing so well for so long…more positive days than negative days. I thought my life had finally made a turn for the better. Then, I approached the precipice of normalcy, and bipolar shoved me off. I’ve fallen, and I’m desperately reaching for the ripcord in order to not hit rock bottom. I’ve been there before, and it nearly killed me. Continue reading “The Battle Back with Bipolar: Fighting for My Life”