Ah, the hypomania fallout...yes, I got myself into some problems at work last summer, then I couldn’t see how I could possibly do the job when I crashed.

It was so bad, I didn’t see how I could go on I know the fretting is so bad

I ended up needing a med change and working with my therapist. I am surprised at how much I’ve been able to accomplish. More than I thought I would. Don’t let the lens you’re looking through right now be your defining image. It’s distorted.

I had to admit to people that something I came up with doesn’t make sense.

I also had to write a little proposal for something I needed. Because I can’t do this without help.

I have something else I’m worried about I don’t know how to get out of that my mouth got me into. I’m still thinking about it...well, mostly avoiding it, but I’ll get there.