I’m reading Marya Hornbacher’s excellent and visceral “Madness: A Bipolar Life” again. I’m glad I have relative sanity.
Five years ago at this time after my dad died I was in a major media that involved a hospitalization. And after a long depression. Which is common after manias, often the body has to recover.
I was also in the hospital three years ago with a more minor mania, that involved a shorter recovery.
Late March and early April is a weird time for me.
I am a bit down now, but I am doing okay. Better than last week, if pretty tired.
I’m glad I didn’t have everything Marya Hornbacher went through like a major eating disorder, alcoholism, not taking medications regularly, a brother dying, book tours and a divorce.
And it’s amazing how long bipolar disorder can be undiagnosed. Hornbacher was clearly manic many times but proscribed Prozac while in the hospital for an eating disorder because those with an eating disorder are always depressed.
I do feel like I need to be gentle with myself. Having two adorable kitties next to me in the bed helps. Lenny and Squiggy are super lovey to me.
And taking my medications. Seeing my psychiatrist and now having a good therapist again.
I appreciate my relative sanity. And my stability.