It was inevitable of course but somehow I always forget that it's coming. I have been manic and racy and obsessional and UP for almost three weeks. I established a better routine with the dogs. Made lots of plans. Made progress. I was effective or effective for me. I also talked everyone's ear off in a really obsessional way but they're used to it. Yesterday it rained. I couldn't go out and I was glad. Suddenly nothing was fun anymore. This morning the bank called. Big surprise. Bank account is overdrawn. I have to remind myself that I'm better. That meds give me a ceiling. I didn't scream at anyone, or burn any bridges or break things. I didn't take on any serious debt. I didn't get a speeding ticket or worse. I can get out of the little hole I dug fairly easily. But it's still disappointing. Hoping I have what it takes to move forward with my routine but it's hard now and this is the point where I usually give up.
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