Work. Work caught up with me!

Busy week has drawn to a close. Returning to work went well, my clients don’t seem any worse for wear, and the powers that be (at work) are pleased that I’m back.

And STABLE, I’ll be damned. Two good “normal” days so far. Let’s see if this keeps up. The difference between the moods is very stark, but not recognizable until you’re out of them. It’s hard to explain just how it feels to constantly think about dying, to become completely reckless with your life and body and physical well being, to just give up. To be irritable and angry and pissed off at everything and everyone, or break down in tears. To be full of boundless energy and want to withdraw at the same time.

Mixed episodes suck. At times, I wish I could have a happy manic episode.

Spoken like a true bipolar.