This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.
Parker had a tattoo of Tigger on her calf. I can almost see it but not quite, one of many images of her that are in the back of my mind but I can’t quite recall them. Kinda pisses me off, kinda hurts. I remember she wanted an Eeyore on the other side to make up the bipolar set.
I’ve been a productive little T-I-double guh-er the last few days as I’ve left depression land and moved into hypomania town. I swear I’m getting whiplash from all this shit.
I didn’t overspend this time, I did clean most of the house (including some areas that hadn’t been cleaned in a year), rip down some of the wall decorations (vinyl stuff) wash the walls from it, frame and put up tons of pictures, make a bunch of vinyl stuff with the Cameo and play around with it more, plus stay caught up with school.
Not bad considering that Thursday I was fighting asshole brain just to stay alive.
The one nice thing about bouncing from depressed right into hypomania is that it lets me catch back up on all of the things I fell behind on.
Now I’m kinda sitting and looking around going “What’s next?” I want to keep going but I’m out of things to do for the moment.
I saw my pdoc last week. We didn’t really change much, but since I refilled my meds I can take the higher dose of Abilify which in theory should keep the suicidal thoughts quiet, and should keep the mania toned down. We shall see. She also ordered blood work (which I actually went and did, go me with the adulting) to see if my Lamictal (mood stabilizer) is at the right dose. If it isn’t, we’ll adjust it. If it is, we’re going to consider adding another one.
Because I totally need another pill bottle in my, already full, gallon sized, ziploc bag.
But if it helps stop this bipolar coaster I’ve been on, then it’s worth it.
Round and round and up and down.
Fun fun fun fun fun!
Someone slow my brain down please?