Bipolar is going to be my undoing yet!

I swear, bipolar is going to be the undoing of me, not to mention a source of constant anxiety and panic attacks. It’s bad enough I lose stuff every 5 minutes at home and cannot multi-task. Today I freaking dropped my cell phone in a Walmart parking lot without noticing. Drove around in a panic looking for it as I only noticed after leaving my pharmacy across the street. Drove home in a giant panic. Called the number, a lady answered. She’d seen my phone lying in the parking lot unharmed. Gave me her address, and I got my phone from her the next town over. Thank God someone honest picked it up. I am so much worse at losing things and forgetting stuff. OMG, I kept feeling the lowered adrenaline effects several hours.

Does being mixed make this worse or getting older? I nearly had a heart attack! I lately have felt my IQ has plummeted as well. And I am 41 with hopefully many more years to live. OMG 😡😡

I'm glad you recovered your phone. Try not to be too hard on yourself. I know how you are feeling, to a degree. I had a period when between my bipolar disorder and my medications I had similar struggles. Things improved as my brain "healed a bit", as I like to say, and my medication cocktail became a bit smaller.

One time I left my pocketbook in a grocery cart and went home without it. I had finished my shopping, unloaded the groceries into my car, then returned the cart to the cart corral leaving my pocketbook in it. I had my keys in my hand, so I drove home without thinking about the pocketbook. My brother soon called me to my home landline to tell me a man called about my pocketbook, and that he'd left it at the grocery store customer service. I guess he saw my dad's number in my cell phone contact list (that was there, too) and called there assuming my dad was a good choice. My brother lives with him. That was maybe four or five years ago. I called to thank the man. I was embarrassed.

I'm much improved cognitively, since four years ago, but my Tegretol XR makes me super clumsy. I break something at least once per week, sometimes much more often. I've injured myself because of my clumsiness. I used to scream and cry. Now I either laugh, or if it's not at all possible to laugh, I just quietly clean up the mess or dust myself off. C'est la vie!