I recently had a change in my routine and as a result, didn't take my pills regularly. I became a bit manic. The good thing is that eventually I was able to see that I was manic and asked for help. Help was given and I'm doing much better now.
In the past I would have not been able to vocalize to another person what I needed from them. I would have gone into a tail spin that lead me angry, dry and depressed in the end.
Knowing that I still can swing into episodes scares me but there is a comfort that I have come to a place where I realize it when it is happening and have people around me who I can be open and honest with. Being aware of myself is the greatest thing I've learned through this journey.
I remember my fight to get where I am and it has been a challenge but the hard work is well worth it so far. People suffer every day and it's hard when you don't have fight in you. I had no fight in me left and then it was my Mom that fought for me. Most people don't have a Mom like I do but often has someone who is willing to help. Don't miss that help because of blind eyes.
There is light at the end of the tunnel, there is hope when all else is gone, there is recovery of life when you have bipolar disorder.
