I've had multiple physical and emotional stressors lately and finally snapped. Flushed my med hoard, gave my husband the car keys. Dreading the drama my mother brings with her every holiday, like she is the only one with any problems. I avoid toxic people like the plague. Do my duty, then get out of the call, text, room, house.

I've just given up on these people. They don't get it, that my bipolar is something I live with, and I don't load on any guilt about it on them not being there for me cause they don't give a rat's ***. Seems like everything for them is a crisis, and because my issues are chronic, I'm supposed to just get over it. But you're right, who gets the call when their crisis comes up.

I enjoy the holiday for a day in spite of all this crap. I've always enjoyed staring at the tree and ornaments, listening to the music, etc. I try every year to focus on that stuff, being alone though in the middle of the stress and escape outside when I can't take the drama. It's a good excuse to get away.

I think many of us are in the same boat, re: BP and physical issues so these things are what brings us together. Feels good to vent and know we're not alone.

Hang in there. I'm planning to get on my phone and play games.