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wildflowerchild25
When I get those worthless and purposeless feelings--which probably most of us have had--I think about a happy dog, who has no purpose except to live, and nobody blames him if he sits in the sun with his tongue hanging out and is just happy with himself.
Maybe people "should" do more, or should we? Especially if we are given this serious problem, bipolar, to deal with. I think that to survive it is our first purpose, and if we do that well, and start to feel good again, then we can go on to expecting more of ourselves.
My 2 cents worth.

My claim to the right to give advice is that I'm 67 years old and have had a bad case of this for over 20 years (a much milder case before that), hundreds of sleepless nights, lots of failed trials of medication... and I'm still ticking.