This is my representation of my manic moods. You swing from one end to another, almost like a pendulum of emotional turmoil. For the past weeks I've been holding onto the point just before falling into what I think is depression. I saw a counsellor, I saw a psychologist and then I went on a one week holiday where all I did was think and eat. Bad for stomach, good for brain.
Something about being away from "everything" was extremely cleansing. I do wonder if it will last, and if it lasts will this blog last. I hope so, I do like rambling on to an invisible audience, and if not an audience, at least to myself. So have the adventures of Bipolar Girl ceased, yes they have, at least for now. But in the name of reliving memories perhaps I will still share thoughts on what bipolar is and how it effected me.
This is my representation of my manic moods. You swing from one end to another, almost like a pendulum of emotional turmoil. For the past weeks I've been holding onto the point just before falling into what I think is depression. I saw a counsellor, I saw a psychologist and then I went on a one week holiday where all I did was think and eat. Bad for stomach, good for brain.
Something about being away from "everything" was extremely cleansing. I do wonder if it will last, and if it lasts will this blog last. I hope so, I do like rambling on to an invisible audience, and if not an audience, at least to myself. So have the adventures of Bipolar Girl ceased, yes they have, at least for now. But in the name of reliving memories perhaps I will still share thoughts on what bipolar is and how it effected me.
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