I hate this disease. I often tell myself Bipolar is what I have it's not who I am. But see, here I am, sobbing because I'm crashing. And maybe it's the lack of sleep or just the thought of changing meds again. I've been on the Seroquel XR long enough to know that it HAS been helping more with each week that goes by. But there's always the monster in the closet and I hate him. I'm physically well. I have a great life. Nice home, great husband, great family and I live in the best city in the greatest state in the nation. No bias there or anything. See, I can still joke. So, I am cycling a bit. It is my fault in a way. Regular sleep cycles are super important with this illness. Exercise is too. I know what to do. But it doesn't change the fact that at this moment, I am upset and angry that I ended up with this. And in my mind, I'm not normal. UGH!
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