The Curse of BP! Sounds like it should be a horror movie, the horror movie of my life. How can such a great feeling just disappear without a dramatic event. I did not have a stressful day, no drama, no emotional upheaval, nothing. But I wake up from a nap and I am no longer feeling euphoric or even just a little happy. Depression! My nemesis, I fight every day for good and evil (depression and mania). Sometimes I wonder why all the fuss, why even bother with the med's, I still feel like a black hole is inside my body. But then I remember the time I have been w/out my Meds. That would be the lead up to the monster in the movie either to kill or be killed. And I know that if I am not on my the meds, the Monster gets the best of me a I get killed. But just as Monster is raising his weapon I have a flash, not of my life, but of my niece and nephew. And just like that I pull my hidden weapon and kill the Monster, who never really dies. I live another day just to find myself in the next horror movie of my life. The 2nd, 3rd, 20th, 100th installment, it doesn't matter, it just keeps on cycling. God help me if I ever let the Monster win.
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