Bipolar Disorder Support Group
Bipolar disorder is not just a single disorder, but a category of mood disorders marked by periods of abnormally high energy and euphoria, often accompanied by bouts of clinical depression. This is the place to talk about your experience with bipolar disorder, learn from others' experiences, and find support.
Whatever you miss!
Person, place, thing, feeling, pet............
Do tell : )
I Miss ________
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Ever since I stopped doing therapy because of insurance, I've been feeling that old tense and irritable sense of anxiety and stress. I hate that. I was making so many strides and changes during therapy, my therapist would acknowledge all of my progress and accomplishments, and I miss that reassurance. Today I thought about it, and I made those changes! She would always tell me that I chose to...
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It's been some time since my last post...sorry. I've been going through a challenging time with the sale of my home, purchase of a condo and my adult asperger son that lives with me. I've had days where I couldn't get out of bed, days where I stayed in my pj's and days where all I managed to do was eat, drink fluids and take care of my Sweet Mia kitty. Sweet Mia came to me from a shelter about...
You could see 20-25 threads on one list - the list you saw when you click on DS, not routed around.
When I would look at all those threads I felt good, participate in SOMETHING and share experiences, hope, and get wisdom and support - but the moving of the board, and the capabilities of more people participating. This scroll and lose threads, or go back pages to find one...
Most of all - the joking and conversations that also happened - to me, it felt well rounded and I give that List of 20 choices, 20 conversations 20 possible friends.... yadda, yadda, yadda
I miss it bad
Just makes me feel bad
Way too many people, pets, places, my health and my mind
I miss my cat Lucy who dies 5 years ago. You know how sometimes you just have a pet that's extra special? , well she was to me.
And I miss memories. I have very few. Although it’s a form of self-preservation. Because of the pain. There are so many parts of my life that are a blank. I see pictures of me and it’s as if those memories were made by a different person that only looks like me in a different life.