I have to give myself one of thse regularly when I get feeling good on my meds. I start forgetting about the suicide attempts, the cutting, and the oh so favorite hopital stays. This little voice starts telling me "you feel fine, you must be fine" maybe I don't need my meds? WHOA hit the breaks. How is it I get to this point, how can I question the proof of the past which is, I get royaly Fuc*&% up when I mess with my meds or stop taking them. I have to make a real effort to sell myself on the concept that I have BP and that is that. Why does it take this course, is it just part of the BP experiance or is it just me. What do some of you do to snap out of this thinking. It is really ridiculous. Thanks Scott
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