When really unwell, I cling quite a bit to my husband and psychiatrist. They are my rocks.

It's good for me to "lay low" when I'm getting manic or mixed. That's hard, in many ways, but I must not fuel the fire. When depressed, I do still lay low, but also try to get out or do something at home that is a simple/small pleasure.

I used to also depend on the companionship of my pet parrot. We lost him some months ago. It was just horrible! Horrible!