I swear the pdoc in IP screwed up my drugs. Which is good and bad. Good because this should extend my disability and I shouldn't have to go back to work right away. Bad because I have been on a rollercoaster of feelings/emotions and I sleep a lot during the day and I am up all night. My mom has now been very understanding recently. We were talking earlier and she has a coworker with bipolar disorder, who has apparently helped her to understand why I am the way I am. This has drastically changed how she approaches me and I feel more comfortable telling her when I'm unsafe. But I still feel very unstable in general. Thursday can't get here soon enough!