Hurricane Bipolar Decimated Me This Weekend

Bipolar came barreling through this weekend. It has been bad, worse than I want to write in any detail right now. I have had a hard, nonfunctional weekend. Craig has stepped in to take care of everything. I am so blessed to have him in my life.

Crazy how when you have Bipolar Disorder things change so quickly – at least if you are an ultradian like me. I rang in the New Year feeling fantastic. I was happy, excited about 2019, creative, and content. Then I just fell as though I was pushed off an overpass. Every single car driving underneath has run me over this weekend. Living has been a struggle. I am grateful that I am at least able to write about it right now. Writing sometimes helps me heal a little.

Praying this ends soon. In the meantime I’m going to do my best to do at least one thing to clean the house today, and to do one thing that is creative even if I can only do it for a minute or two. Anything so that when I lay my head down tonight I can feel that this day was at least somewhat worthwhile. I have to get something done. It’s just hard to get off the sofa and move.