I don’t think this is the first time, but I thought a glimpse into the hypomania side of bipolar disorder might be an okay idea today.
But first, check out this cute.
My girls are so beautiful and I am so proud of them. They keep me moving literally, mentally, and emotionally.
And lately, I have been moving…non-stop. It started with just busyness. Sue was finishing up practices and launching into performances for Seussical. It was phenomenal.
But it’s done–thing is, I can’t stop keep moving. Yes, life is busy, but I should be capable of slowing down, of stopping. I’m not. Having open time fills me with overwhelming panic and dread, like everything is going to fall apart if I stop for one single minute.
On the upside, there is always a lot to be done. Even hypomania can’t get me on top of all of it, but I am using it as much as possible.
Today included planning and organizing for the upcoming school year, laundry, and a million other little things.
This has been going on for weeks, which is not normal for me, and my thinking is starting to get much harder to control, my anger at things is out of proportion, I am over thinking EVERYTHING, so on and so forth.
Monday, it was time to call the doctor, so I did. He upped a med and I am headed to his office tomorrow.
I know it will get sorted out. Hypomania has always been a strange bedfellow for me, but one that can be helped. I know help is coming.
Survive til you Thrive!
