This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.
I feel good.
I. Feel. Good.
I’m euthymic. I’m not manic, not depressed, not suicidal. Even the passing ideations are leaving me alone.
It’s been over a month since I’ve had a mood episode. I almost never get a whole month free from this shit.
It’s nice to see who I am when I’m stable. When I can separate my personality from my diagnoses.
I keep questioning, am I actually hypomanic and just not seeing it? But I’m still sleeping, I’m not spending every last cent, I’m not cleaning my entire house in a frenzy.
Yeah, this is the middle ground that I spend my life looking for.
The medication comes with side effects, but I’m learning they’re worth it for the benefits. I actually had a pdoc appointment where we didn’t change anything.
This is one of a handful of times that’s happened in the last 7 years.
Life is good.
Life. Is. Good.
It’s nice to see that. I can see both the positive and negative aspects of my life right now, and I’m fine with them. I’m working to change the negative where I can.
I’m not sure there’s a huge point to this post. Maybe it’s just that I share all of the negative with everyone and I’m making sure to share all sides of the story.