Thanks for being with me in my low, all you beautiful ladles and jellyspoons.
My bipolar downcycles used to be utter agony, so I'm super glad they don't involve the same constriction of breathing & constant chest pain they used to when I was younger. But they still involve days of loathing any reminder of my existence in the world (for all the harm I think I'm causing by drawing breath) and some shutting-down-shop behaviours.
π«π I just hope you all show yourselves the same grace you showed me.
@cjtownsend
This is 100% true to my experience. I didn't think I'd live to see 30, because the bipolar lows were so painful I felt that suicide was going to happen eventually, just to put an end to the chronic agony.
Every time I survived a low, I opened into an exhilarating high, grateful to be alive.
And after I hit 30? Hard times and good times alike, I have been grateful for every day. I will never be anxious about aging. Every minute of "overtime" these last eight years has been a gift.