And the tips of my metaphorical toes are on the ground. It was quite gentle in the end - it seems we got the drugs right, thank god.
I'm already feeling nostalgic for the mania though. I get so much done, and I am just SO DAMN SEXY! It's hard to go back to the mundane, the normal, the plain and ordinary. I feel just a little bit less alive like this. I can understand why people with bipolar disorder are notoriously bad at taking their meds. If it wasn't for the danger of crashing while looking after children I would be off them myself. Another thing to add to the list of "stuff to do when the kids leave home" - it's getting really long.
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