What goes up, must come down.
My fun hypomanic episode has come to an end.
It had to of course, but I’m seriously bummed.
I hate depression.
The hopelessness and the feeling that it’s never going to end, even though I know realistically that it will.
I’m just tired of the ride.
People say that if there was a magic pill for curing bipolar they wouldn’t take it. I am not in that camp.
I’d sign up for it faster than the speed of light.
I do not love living with this illness. It doesn’t improve my life. There are things about it that probably make me a better person, and for that I’m grateful. I mean, I am more empathetic and more compassionate I guess.
I still would take the pill.
I am over this.
I hate the depression so much. So much. I have to keep my feet on the ground though because I am not going back to another psych unit in the near future.
Man that sucked.
I am just sad.
I’ll figure it out.
Image from somewhere. I posted it earlier on my blog.