The last few days have turned a bit downward as far as the magic of mental illness goes. I had been riding a bit high in the days before, dreaming of going back to work and even fantasizing about the job that would work well with me being a bit nutso.
I had spent quite a bit of time carefully pointing out to Ann just how great I was doing in taming my OCD, and was a brand new person, and did she notice, huh, did she notice how laid back I am now? If she didn’t notice, I wanted to make sure that she did.
Of course, repeating it to make sure it was clear made me feel a bit better about the whole thing.
Yep, I’ve obviously still got some work to do there.
But, as we know there is opposition in all things, there certainly is in being bipolar.