One month ago I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. For years I have suffered with depression with bouts of manic episodes in between. In fact the depression is why I stopped blogging last year. I just didn't have the heart or the energy to sit at the computer and be honest with how I was feeling. It was the most frustrating feeling to one day be lethargic and the next being a hyper whirlwind. I saw many, many doctors over the years and they all had given me different types of anti-depressents, which made me feel a bit better - but not quite right. I finally was at my wits end, even had suicidal thoughts. I made an appointment with a Psychatrist and he told me I had Bipolar. One would think this news would be devestating. To me it was a relief to hear I was not crazy and that a disorder was causing my mood swings. The doctor gave me medicine to help. Within two weeks my nightmares went away, I had energy to do things, I cared about my appearance, I began making breakfast for the boys (which I haven't done since they were in grade school) and I felt "normal". It's amazing how much I am smiling and laughing again. I am looking at life with new eyes!
A Wrinkle In Time
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