Everything is right. Is well. Family safe. Getting to know my sister again. Friends and I are talking. Household chores and errands are up to date. My husband’s new job pays a bit more. Mom is able to walk with her walker more often. My cat is health and full of shenanigans. My son is doing outstanding work at school. I’m going on a great trip in Oct.
So… why sad? Not just a little down or blue. Like sobbing, wailing, wanna give up sad.
Because that’s part of Bipolar, and the chemicals that seem delighted in saying, “Nope, not so fast.”
I feel so bad and want it over.