Random thoughts
As of a few minutes ago my stepdad has been dead for five years. Five years! I have spent those years constantly feeling like I'm waking up from a dream over and over again. It only just occurred to me a few days ago ,after I read something ,that I've probably been in a mixed episode most of the last five years. Both manic and severely depressed at the same time.
I only really realized how depressed I'd been when my doctor upped my Welbutrin and within a few days the nightly binge eating stopped. Hadn't realized how much abuse I was pummeling myself with.
One of the things I feel the most amusing about my lovely mood disorder etc, is how I can become super competent in the moments of illness and death, but a broken zipper could have me running screaming under the covers. Silly.
I only really realized how depressed I'd been when my doctor upped my Welbutrin and within a few days the nightly binge eating stopped. Hadn't realized how much abuse I was pummeling myself with.
One of the things I feel the most amusing about my lovely mood disorder etc, is how I can become super competent in the moments of illness and death, but a broken zipper could have me running screaming under the covers. Silly.