Entering into a depression can be particularly scary for someone who suffers from bipolar disorder. I know it is part of my cycle of the disorder. But it is my least favorite part. Not that there is a good part to having bipolar disorder, because there isn’t, unless you want to count my mania induced writing. Which I tend to love.
So when entering into a depressive state, the first few days are often spent wondering if it is depression or just a bad day. Because after all every ‘bad day’ is not because of bipolar depression, just like every ‘wonderful’ day is not because of bipolar mania.
So the first day for me is always spent thinking “please do not let this be the beginning of a depressed episode” followed quickly by “I cannot deal with this right now”. While day two is spent a little deeper in the…
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