Progress Or Suffer The Consequences

My Bipolar Life


Old Joke, And Sadly, True

Last night I was feeling kind of down.  Quiet.  Not exactly with it, not energetic, just plain blah.  As the evening went on I got off the computer, turned on the television and was not amused.  I was uncomfortable in my own skin.  I felt that vague sense of unhappiness and discomfort.  I was disquieted.

But this morning I have been thinking about how very far I have come in my healing as compared to only six months ago, when I exited the PHP program and began to live with purpose again.  I thought about how lucky I was to have had that remarkable assistance when I needed it most, and how the folks that intervened to get me that help were a godsend.

And my thoughts turned to all the other people who don’t understand what’s happening to them.  Those people who can’t escape…

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