Yeah, I fudged a little. Things are going great and I should be happy and smiling and singing and dancing. I’m not. I’m feeling really down and despondent. Feeling kinda sick and run down. This happens from time to time. In the world of bi-polar disorder, we call it cycling. My lows are never as bad as they were before my breakdown, but creep up none the less. I actually took a nerve pill tonight, the first I have taken in at least six months.
Hormones never help. Many people who have never experienced any type of clinical depression tend to think I should just cheer up. I wish it was that easy. I know this is only temporary. I go through it several times a year. Probably a few more weeks. Maybe more, hopefully less. In the meantime, I put on my fake smile and prance about. It makes everyone feel better.
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