I have bipolar, it doesn't have me. But, today I think it does. I have such a huge amount of energy today so I've been taking full advantage of this. You see the thing with this condition is if you go low and suffer a deep depressive episode it can feel like the world is about to end, and for some it does. If you have a major high, the world is a truly wonderful place and anything and everything is achievable.
So, its only noon but already I have been up since three and I've made forty eight cupcakes, two quiches, one steak and ale pie with black pudding crumbled on the top and twenty six cheese straws, of which I have eaten six.
I have also cleaned the kitchen floor on my hands and knees and ripped up the small lawn in the back garden and laid a new one.
I'm typing so fast but hey I have the day to myself so why not take advantage of my mood? Nobody can see me sweating like a pig and smiling like the joker.
You see its the same as my autistic sons, you have to see the positives and there are so many.
By know means am I telling people with bipolar to grab the mop or cook up a cake sale in a couple of hours. Everyone's condition is different to them. I'm not ill, I take my medication and I am very lucky that my medication works quite well for me. I have mini highs and mini lows and I accept this because after years and years of different meds I feel like I am in a place where I am finally well.
I'm finally me, again.