Sometimes I wonder why I end up teetering between a manic episode and a depressive episode. It really makes no sense. Maybe it is my meds keeping me on the brink of insanity, but close enough to the sane line that it drives me nuts.
I can feel it coming, I can see it from a mile away. Well, the mania anyway. The depression is not so obvious. It takes about a week before it hits me that I need to raise my antidepressants a little bit, and then I can usually snap out of it. I wish my husband could be a little more brutally honest when he notices it – but he is so afraid of hurting my feelings he just keeps his mouth shut. I admire him for trying to protect me but I really wish he could be a little more upfront when he notices the softer mood changes.
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