Spouse thinks I'm a little on the manic side. So does my workplace accommodation. So does another workplace friend. I don't disagree.
I read my last few posts.
I wrote an entire novel in just over a month (I think).
I've been reading the smutty romance more than usual.
I have the attention span of half a gnat. No, half the attention span of a gnat.
I am hyper-focused on writing. It is all I want to do. Maybe all I can do? Not sure.
Staying up late, but waking up early.
I don't even try to go shopping because I know that I would either buy everything, or I would still be lost and wandering around in the store.
This means meds check for me. I can't remember what Psych NP does when I am a little zippy. Not Lithium, that's for damn sure. I only took that once when I was much more on the manic side of hypomania and it made me cry and cry and cry.
Latuda is for sad... lexipro? Nope. That looks like a another one for sad. Do I have a good anti-manic? It's not my main presenting symptom. Crap.
On the positive side, Spouse was at some gathering where someone was talking about, "Oh, the poor family to have to deal with a person suffering with bipolar disorder..." on and on like it was this HORRIFIC thing.
And it can be.
But Spouse talked to them about bipolar from a spousal standpoint and said it's not necessarily that bad... like many things, it is a spectrum.
Glad Spouse thinks I am not that bad. 🥰
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