I ran across a lady’s site today — can’t remember how on earth I got there — and she has bipolar disorder too. And her blog stuff about bipolar is so fricking on target and so totally entertaining.
I’m just grinning and nodding and laughing.
I know I have blasted Tom Cruise in the past for dispensing medical advice but today I am begging him to help me. Surely there is a Scientology method for treating bipolar disorder. There must be an exercise, a vitamin, or an alien that can hook me up with a cure.
Bipolar disorder is quite a lot like being told someone else has rented space in your brain and you’ll get the space back after the 150 year lease is up. Even aliens would be preferable to living like this**, it often feels like. But hey you’ve got to laugh or you’ll spend your life crying.
** Somehow, though, sleeping at night, living on a schedule, eating right, taking funky meds that eat half your brain, etc, do not seem preferable, though. Go figure.
Babbled by Immi.
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