Seven degrees, partly cloudy.
You know, once in a while--far more often now that I'm getting treatment--I find myself getting worried about something different: "Is this hypomania? Am I wrong--am I actually bipolar? Is it normal, feeling like this?"
And eventually, I realize that I am not hypomanic and what I'm feeling is not remotely abnormal. It's just unfamiliar because suddenly, I'm not miserable. I'm happy. And I'm literally so not used to it that every time it happens, I have to make sure it's not a dangerous thing, and part of me is still kind of suspicious, kind of apprehensive.
But even though it's a little scary, I'm . . . well, this not-being-miserable thing is nice, you guys. I really, really like it. :)
In other news, I saw Santa at the train platform this morning. He looked kinda cranky, but that's probably because he's stuck riding Metro Transit instead of his comfy sleigh. But let's face it, reindeer are just not economical during a recession.
And eventually, I realize that I am not hypomanic and what I'm feeling is not remotely abnormal. It's just unfamiliar because suddenly, I'm not miserable. I'm happy. And I'm literally so not used to it that every time it happens, I have to make sure it's not a dangerous thing, and part of me is still kind of suspicious, kind of apprehensive.
But even though it's a little scary, I'm . . . well, this not-being-miserable thing is nice, you guys. I really, really like it. :)
In other news, I saw Santa at the train platform this morning. He looked kinda cranky, but that's probably because he's stuck riding Metro Transit instead of his comfy sleigh. But let's face it, reindeer are just not economical during a recession.