It's strange. I sometimes look at bipolar as this "part" that I have to drag around with me and others I see it integrated into every decision, thought, idea, and action I make. I guess it's probably a bit of mix of the two -- but days like this remind me how low I can get, and how high I can go.

I know you all can relate -- the downswing from (hypo)manic is torture. I'm in a low point right now that I'm finding very hard to fight. I don't feel like my medicines working, I don't feel like I'm dealing with my problems, I don't feel like it's getting better, I'm losing all energy to go to work, I don't want to get out of bed in the morning, and I hate going to sleep because I know tomorrow still awaits.

It just sucks.