God, I hate bipolar.

Today, a petty thing threw my mood off for pretty much the rest of the day, and I was so upset and unhappy, I didn't go with H and my daughter to see 4th of July fireworks. Not that I really enjoy going, but I know it upset H He completely does not get bipolar, especially the mood swings, and now I've got even crazier ups, downs (more extreme) since I had those iron infusions a month ago.

I know it was my decision not to go, but I still HATE that my daughter, H will remember me this way on a lot of holiday or other occasions (festivals and such).

Hopefully, H won't try to guilt me about it tomorrow, I'm already kicking and loathing myself to pieces. If I'd gone though, I would have been an absolute grinch, everything I was saying rubbed somebody the wrong way, I was nearly in tears/screaming or both, and really, I don't like family fights, none of us do.

Bipolar sucks so much!!!!