It was May 14, 2013 when years of anxiety just seem to compound and I sort of unraveled for no reason. No reason. That's the date on a medical bill from the emergency room. Since then it has progressively gotten worse.

Maybe I should have seen it coming. I haven't really worked in a couple of years, except for a home side job. Over the past few years I've also pushed everyone away except my husband. And I tried really hard to that. Lol

It seems all the doctors can do is sedate me. The benzos make me so sleepy, all I want to do is sleep.
I can still drive as long as I take enough xanax to sedate a horse. Haha.

I try to look on the bright side and be thankful I don't have some awful physical disease.
But when I get depressed, bipolar feels pretty terminal to me.