Living with Bipolar

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So unfortunately, living with bipolar while my depression is in remission is not all sunshine and rainbows. It’s not like a get-out-of-jail-free card that allows me to escape the confines of my mentally ill brain. And it doesn’t mean the depression won’t return. For me, it means having to continue doing the things I did when depressed:

  • take my meds every day, even if I feel fine and don’t feel like taking them.
  • continue therapy, even when I don’t want to see my therapist because I feel that I have nothing to discuss. (Well, there’s my anxiety, I suppose.)
  • maintain sleep hygiene by going to bed and waking up at the same time every day. This also helps keep insomnia away. Don’t ask me how; it’s what they say! In my experience, it works.
  • continue to see my psychiatrist, especially now that my appointments are months rather than weeks apart.
  • practice self-care, whether it’s by showering every single day (which I don’t do and is another story), going to a salon/spa, or treating myself to a slice of pie.
  • get my blood drawn to check if the lithium is at a therapeutic level.

These are some of the things I have to manage, plus diet and exercise (which I’ll address in the future). So for me, except for the emotional and physical heaviness I feel when I’m depressed, as well as my bleak outlook, there doesn’t seem to be much difference between depression and remission. At least that’s how I feel right now.


What differences do you feel when you’re depressed followed by remission?

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I hold an MFA in poetry from The Ohio State University. I'm a fiction writer, blogger, wife, pet mom, and Ohio State Buckeye!

6 thoughts on “Living with Bipolar

  1. Last Sept through Late December of last year, I felt so empty, such a void like no other. All I did was sleep through most of it. I didn’t blog, because of the effort I had to give it… Heck, I even brought my baby boy, Peanut down with me.
    Nothing is worse than that hopeless feeling.
    When it finally broke, I just felt as if a weight of the dense fog I was under lifting off of me. I was still drained, but not the severity of it anymore. I was more motivated, more focussed, and energized.
    Although I’m fighting yet another episode, I am pushing myself to pull through it. It’s hard, but I keep going. If I feel I need to rest, I listen to my body. It seems to be helping by keeping as active as I can… But, that doesn’t mean I won’t lay down soon. LOL!

    1. I’m sorry you are going through an episode. You got through the last one because you’re strong. Stay strong! xoxo 🌷🌻❤️

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