Calling all those with a passion and interest for and in the mental health sector. This post brought me close to tears. I cannot express how happy it makes me to hear of those who have been blighted with mental illness who now find themselves in an amazing place and living life the way they always wanted it to be!
My bipolar disorder and I seem to be co-existing a bit differently these days. Compared to the warp speed cycling I’ve come to expect, with a grab-bag of symptoms from both ends of the spectrum at once, the illness seems almost asleep. It’s dreaming, though, and it snores.
My capacity seems to be a little bigger, my ability to flex with change a little more limber. The illness still bleeds through—a morning of crippling hopelessness, or agitation that fractures my memory. But these incidents don’t last long. And they don’t require my usual Siege preparations. I can usually continue on with the day, get work done, keep my appointments and not fall into compulsive behavior. These mini-episodes are sudden, sharp, painful, then over—like those god-awful air horns fans use at football games. I’ve started calling them blats.
No way of knowing if this is a new trend or just another…
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