I have been dealing with bipolar for 20+ years. I took meds and then I quit. I was good for about 10 years and then it hit me like an oncoming train, destroying many parts of my life. And almost taking mine. I am medicated now. Most days I'm ok. But then there are those days I couldn't feel any lower. I am aware, very much so, that depression is looming before me. The problem is, there isn't a whole lot I can do for it except try not to let it take me under too far. Medication takes time and trial and error. I have been through it enough to know. I feel as if I am progressing into a mental mess.
I'm sure there are plenty of bp people out there in this Godforsaken world that manage it. I just happen to be one who is just plain tired. My memory is so bad. Skills I onced possess are now lost to me. My thoughts are so disorganized.
Sorry if I am being a huge downer but that is my story about my debilitating and what I believe is progressing bp
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