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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When i was in the ER February 16th 2025, i was being admitted to ICU where i was for 3 weeks, then had to relearn to walk for 3 weeks in another hospital rehab floor, the nurse told me something that made me feel for over 18 months now that i was finally *safe*. She told me that the guy who raped and beat me 21 years ago now almost 20 years at that time, was in prison as of a month before that...
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Sometimes, I think I have ODD. I can be oppositional. It seems that the only times that I feel like cleaning are when I should be doing something else or I have to go somewhere. Well, not everytime but most of the time. Yesterday, I was supposed to be doing online training for work but instead, I decided to work on my kitchen table. Most of the time, I don't know where to start and give...

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