What’s funny is that I used to love baths - baths with bubbles. I’d happily take a bath over a shower.
I no longer live in a unit with a bath. When I was manic I thought I could breathe underwater and when I was depressed - well, the result was that I was supervised if having a bath.
Self care seems to be a problem no matter my mood. When I’m manic I think I’m too brilliant and important to have a shower.