Mental illness has turned me into an old woman. Yep. Put me out to pasture. Seriously, unless I am engaged in a task I am very, very, very tired. Like nap-time tired. Like should I be driving, tired?
Also, I am back to the hands shaking business. I know it is a med induced things, but it is back and I don’t like it. My handwriting is for shit. I look like I jonesing for a hit of something. Maybe I am, a hit of prescribed meds. My hands just vibrate. It even makes typing hard.
And quite honestly, I am not interested in having a boyfriend because that usually leads to intimate encounters and this old lady isn’t interested.
Anyone else feel aged by bipolar disorder?