I feel a depression coming on. I compare this feeling to getting caught in undertow at the beach. I feel myself being sucked out to sea. I've got to use the tools I have to fight depression and get back on the beach. I know that if I don't find ways to keep going, I'll be dead in the water. Bipolar disorder sucks. Up until a week, or so ago I was riding high. I don't understand.

I hope all of you who are troubled at the moment can enjoy some joy soon.