They should have sent a poet

Anxiety: The ability to see the worst outcome of every possible scenario, real or imagined. 

Mania: The ability to come up with 1 million ideas and follow through on exactly none.

Hypomania: less severe but more pervasive, the feeling that you are crawling out of your skin every moment and absolutely nothing can make you happy for longer than momentary tactile/tangible interaction. Eating, for example.

I have absolutely no idea why I am writing this blog, why I continue to subject myself to platitudes and general disregard for my writing on a daily basis. I have no idea if anyone apart from my family reads this but I would like to think that possibly somebody who is embarrassed by their bipolar has come across my blog and realize that it’s really just a very funky way of life. I would love to say that I am feeling good but unfortunately spring time has reared its ugly head, and I am at a point where I have to either raise my medications or go for spring crazy. I chose my medications, started the new dosage yesterday, and today I spent most of the time going to the bathroom as the medications are pretty hard on my stomach, or keeping myself busy by interacting with other people who I assume but cannot be sure are far less crazy than I am. In any case, it’s pretty important to keep track of how you feel when you start a new medication so I thought it would be a good idea to blog even though frankly I’m not feeling particularly talkative or eloquent at the moment.

Now I have to go to bed, loyal reader, don’t be a stranger OK?