So, some of my psych meds ran out a week earlier than my scheduled follow up. (Still not sure how that happened.) On top of that, I’ve been significantly ill. Now, I’m experiencing days reminiscent of the past. The Bipolar-Unmedicated kinda life, and my freakin’ gosh. I had forgotten just how awful that is!
Bipolar can be a deceptive (sorry, not sorry) bitch and lie to you, telling you that you were great before meds.
Lying torment of a disease, it is.