Not in a Box, Not with a Fox…I Do Not Like this BP, Sam… I Do Not Like It, Sam I Am…

Simple enough blog entry. Cannot pull it together today. Not with extra sleep, trying a movie and a book that interests me, stretching and light exercises, or planning Good things for tomorrow. Nothing has helped. I feel apathetic and tired, though not sleepy. I am dealing with flushing doctor-prescribed steroids out of my system on top of it all. Doesn’t mix well with my Bipolar. Have heard the same from many.

So, what I wanna know… Do you allow yourself to call it quits? Recognize that it’s just not gonna happen today? Like, I’m going to crash in my favorite chair with my #1 blanket, eat the bare minimum, drink a Dr. Pepper, and call it DOA. A crap day from moment one. I tried, but I allow myself to give now. Then let out a huge sigh of relief…

Is that dangerous territory? Do you think that’s acceptable? Do you think you can safely do so without causing possible troubles for tomorrow? How do you know if you’re headed to point-of-no-return-depression-land?

Thanks & good luck peeps. ✌✌✌

15 thoughts on “Not in a Box, Not with a Fox…I Do Not Like this BP, Sam… I Do Not Like It, Sam I Am…

  1. Mama said there would be days like this… just not sure this is what she had in mind, lol. And, yes, I do give myself days like this. I think it’s important, we are tired, we don’t have to be perfect every minute. I also agree that it can be dangerous, just don’t stay there (like if I allow myself to eat 4 cupcakes, I know I’m going to have another bad day tomorrow), but you said you have planned things for tomorrow, so you will get back on track ❤

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  2. I think taking a day off like that is fine, just so you can get up the next day or so. A major depressive episode would cause me to stay like that for weeks or even months, so when I see one coming on I get help from my support system.

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  3. I have thought about calling it quits more than I should. Bipolar 1 blows chuncks. However, I keep trying different meds in hopes that the voices will be put down to a dull roar. Something, probably my good voice, always brings me back. Slaps me away from those dark thoughts. I flow through depression and mania like water through a sieve. Hard and furious. Right now, mania. This is the fun part.

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