MerryBerry wrote:
The highs, I love them! I don't think they're any more to do with 'reality' than the lows - but I do enjoy the trip. Trouble is, it usually ends in a huge BUMP when I fall back to earth.
postpaleo wrote:
hello old friend depression, which feeds on it self. Every where I looked was just a reminder of failure. The barrel of a gun was a pleasant thought, but..... I know this old friend well and I know this too shall pass and it did in about 3 days.
Yes...it took me years to realise this, that it will actually pass. When I'm feeling very depressed, the depression monster kids me into thinking it's here forever. That has become my mantra for times like that 'it will pass, it will pass'. It helps.

Oh yeah, that little bump you speak of. That can be an understatement. I tend to use the word crash.

Actually another member and I were just talking about it earlier, she had read that street drugs can't even give that pure a high. I'm inclined to agree, having been on that side of the street too. It is a common thing for those on BP meds to get off them because they miss that "high".
Watch for this one when you hit a low. It came to me one day while in a depression. I actually was protecting the depression. Sounds weird doesn't it. But yet that's exactly what I was doing. Now I'm talking about the depression that isn't fleeting can go on for months. Depression had become so comfortable I didn't want to get out of it, even though I knew better. It's hard to put into words. Just watch for it, it's kind of startling when you see it. When I use the term "old friend" there is a bit of irony in my voice.
This I'm sure I don't need to tell you, but I bet the vast majority don't know about it here. They tend to think you're either "low" or "high", they don't understand you can have cycles within cycles. There is also unipolar, oh this is just such fun stuff to wade through, not. Then toss in the sun cycles, humm goodie. I am alive at night, it helps, I control the light, but even then the seasonal change gets to me. Then for some unknown reason the body clock wants to reset it self from time to time and I don't have a clue why. Fun stuff isn't it.

Sometimes it's freakin finger nails in the desk stuff and that sweet mantra, this too shall pass. But damn, months of waiting sometimes kind of gets you to wondering if you're right. So far I have been.
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Just enjoy what you do, as best you can, and let the dog out once in a while.