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.
For the last couple weeks I have been depressed. I have 3 kids and it's so hard to interact with them. I am proud of myself because I keep them fed and clean lol, but other than that I have trouble cleaning and keeping up relationships. I hate the way my house looks. I hate the way I feel. I hate the way I hate these things and I don't do anything about them. My husband is usually pretty supportive, but I can't expect this every bout of depression. I know it gets frustrating for him and the kids. He comes home from work and I can just feel his disdain. Today he sent me a text asking me to clean the house. I have started laundry and picked up toys, but I'm already drained. It's selfish...it's childish...it's irresponsible...it's everything I hate. I just can't do it. I want ot be a great wife...mother...friend..daughter, but I neglect so many people because of this selfish disorder. I just wanted to vent...it's probably not even coherent.
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My day...today...misplaced my debit card...didn't realize it until I got to the register after shopping to a full cart. Used a different debit card and pulled apart everything looking for missing debit card before I left parking lot. Got home, dropped keys. So now I have a missing debit card, missing keys. A full cartload to unload and put away. I got everything put away.Dumped purse for a...
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I don't really know how to label this but I having a rough week and I can't say it's one thing.... I have a lot on my plate which is nothing new and I try to cope in many positive ways and do but I still have my moments.My kids more so my daughters talk to me about everything which I know it's cause of comfort and we are close.... however I really struggle with the venting about their dad which...

But that is me. . . In between the bouts of self-loathing, and wishing I could be anybody but me, of course.