The older I get, the harder I am to treat. Meds help to a point and then fizzle out and I'm left having to have another adjustment. The only ones that work have to be kept at low doses because they negatively impact my physical health.
I can't make any kind of long-term commitments in life because chances are my mood with shift and I'll be unable to follow through. Sometimes the littlest things feel like a burden and I get stuck. It's hard to get into a professional job because one month I'll be social, the next wanting to hide in a corner. People think I'm weird. Heck, I am weird.
All these great changes are happening in my life and while I know it's good and things will improve, where is the happiness?? I should be ecstatic, but this feels like just another thing that will happen. I have a great night and then forget that happy feeling by the next day.
The antidepressants are a mixed bag. I can actually move around and do stuff now, but it's numbed me to the point of not feeling much else. This depression is becoming intolerable. Five months now, and I'm starting to forget what "normal" is like.
Sorry for the whine, and thank you if you've read it. There's so much going on in my life right now and I'm sick and tired of bipolar getting in the way of it all.