I get these random weeks where I’m OK, the rest of the time I’m either dragging myself along to get out of bed and function or moving so fast and dreaming so big its uncomfortable.
It’s hard. It’s always been a roller coaster. Now that I’m on meds its a small roller coaster–sometime a kiddie coaster. I still have the ups and downs in a relatively short period. Its more subtle, but its still there. And its not a safe roller coaster either. Sometimes I fall out, hit hard, and injure myself.
Right now, I haven’t fallen out. Instead I’m desperately hanging on with one hand.
I don’t care how small it is, it’s still the roller coaster from hell.