What's funny is that I never really tied the 2 together (my mental issues, and my work issues) until the psychiatrist said that I was lucky because I was employed. Actually, thinking about that...that was kind of odd to call it "lucky". For some reason I can manage to muster the strength to accomplish things that I have to do. I think I also find myself over coming my inertia with waves of hypomania. The oment seems to keep me mpoving forward even when my mood takes a sharp decline.....at least for a litttle while.

My father also has similar issues to me, but probably worse. He's 77 now, and was never diagnosed. Obviously, he also never had any sort of treatment. He always managed to get up and go to work everyday. Growing up I pretty much hated him. As I've grown older I can understand his struggles, and why he was the way he was.