There’s this new thing that happened.
I want to be around people. I want to go do things. I feel content. I’m not unnecessarily stressed out about work. I don’t have these unrealistic fears. I feel confident. I think about things other than me.
I feel OK.
There is no “I feel OK but….” It’s not a kind of OK where I’m waiting for the crash. It’s not a “for now” kind of OK.
I fully attribute this to the medicine. (Of course its the medicine my insurance doesn’t want to pay for, but we aren’t going there right now.)
I know things won’t stay like this forever, because if it did, I wouldn’t have bipolar.
But right now, I’m OK. And I’m going to enjoy it.