The fog is exactly as I would describe it. It's probably kind of silly of me, but in the book Girl Interrupted the author describes it as viscosity. I think that is also a good description.

Its frustrating, because sometimes like today I feel normal. Other days, like yesterday, I can't get off the couch. There isn't always a major trigger or anything. Its just how it is. I'm not sure meds can fix it.

The bad days my boyfriend describes as me being gone. Just spacing, not really interested or capable of real conversation. Just dead weight.

Then my normal days I still can''t even pull it together to achieve more than a few basic chores and a shower.

Sometimes I miss hypomania. Even though it leads to bad thinking, at least I can sort things out and get stuff done. In a way it gave me some relief from this way of life.