I woke up this morning to the sound of rain on my window pane. “Great.” I thought, “My son and I are supposed to distribute brochures to the local libraries in the county.” I took my medication and went back to bed for about an hour. Taking medication in the morning is a new development for me. I am used to taking all medication only at night. But lately, I have been battling bipolar depression, so the morning seems to be a better cadence.
Dealing with bipolar depression sucks. “I just worked out twice today, but I feel like every cell in my body is screaming,” I texted to my sister at one point. Even when you have good things happen to you, you feel like you are in this insulated wall, you can’t feel anything. Someone is silently screaming inside your body.