I don't know, with a loving and supporting family? No really, I'm not on medications and originally I went to see my T bc of my history of depressions (Something I wanted to look after since I have a child now) and when I got an appointment during an hyper episode, she started suspecting I might be bipolar. (That was 2 weeks ago, therefor I don't know what comes next)

No T befor her thought of it (I moved several times the last years), even when I starved myself nearly to death during a high (I have an ED that is suspiciously in line with my mood).
Until I met her I thought that the time when I wanted to chop off my head because it was so fast and loud was a part of depression. It never went as bad as the first time, but I don't know how I survived that one.

But everytime I am in that corner of my head, the silence of depression seems to be welcoming. Right bevor it gets to be just another hell. The bright sight is that the last episodes were shorter then the first.

So I don't know where I'm heading right now.

How do you handle it Ellie_jo?