Sorry it's been so long without a post. I was away from my blog and I took the opportunity for some real back sliding. Frankly, I'm embarrassed. I fell into the self delusional belief that I said I never would. I thought I was cured. Didn't workout as much, cheated on the diet some, and started playing with some old obsessive thoughts.
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OK, I'm back in the saddle again. It's been a crazy few weeks (no pun intended). I am finally close to caught up at work, so that's something in the positive column. However, my grandfather is having to move into a nursing home, he's sad about that and so am I. Unfortunately it really is the best option for him, his body just doesn't work anymore. a task as simple as changing his clothes takes half an hour. Finally, I've been contemplating chucking the employee lifestyle and striking out on my own.
This last part has really been the sticking point. When you contemplate that kind of life altering course everyone around you immediately thinks, "oh oh mania".
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I was asked recently when I accepted the fact I was BP. It was only relatively recently. I was first diagnosed when I was 14 sometime in 1986 or 87. I was treated with tri-cyclic anti-depressants. It's since been found that in some BPs these ADs can actually cause rapid cycling, and increase the frequency of cycles for those who are already rapid cycling. I apparently was one of the lucky ones in this category, and my cycles really took off as I started high school.
Following this experience, I really lost faith in the medical profession as a whole. and for the next 17 years if I was feeling particularly down, I'd go manipulate a doc to give me ADs and then go on my merry way seemingly "cured." This pattern continued for those 17 years.
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No Daily Log for yesterday, however I am resuming today. Wednesday is a busy time. Full day of work followed by a two hour drive to my therapist. Sounds stupid to go to someone that far away, but he's the only one I've ever trusted enough to be honest with, so I guess I will keep driving.
I am one of the least patient people you will ever meet. Consequently there very idea of therapy is painful for me. It's such a gradual process. Each session I keep hoping to walk out of it a-OK and magically cured. I don't of course, and I know I am not supposed to, but I still hope.
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