I really want to write about the cruise, and I will, I promise. But something larger has been looming and I feel compelled to write about it, if only to clear my head while also trying to help others. Know this might be triggering for people like me, so read with care. I can't write when I'm in the middle of an episode. I can't do much of anything while in an episode. And I'm not quite out of it yet, but I'm far enough from the eye of the storm to sit down and write about my experience. I have bipolar disorder with a panic disorder. It means that the everyday ups and downs of people without bipolar can be magnified to a trillion for me. It means that the everyday ruminations and moments of panic that we all feel is also the proverbial mountain out of a molehill for me. This last episode I liken to driving on the highway of life, following my GPS, using my turn signals, getting the occasional fit of road rage, that sort of thing. Do you guys get that mom
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