For years, I’ve dreamed of the day when I can wake up and go about my business without the shadow of mental illness hanging over me. Constantly having bipolar shoved in your face by your own brain is annoying and exhausting. Even the good days were colored by the fact that I have bipolar. It made me feel defective no matter how good things were.
And then something shifted. Call it acceptance, cycling, act of God, the right meds, good luck, the stars aligning…take your pick. Whatever it is, my brain is no longer shoving my bipolar in my face. I actually made it through a couple days where I effectively forgot that I even deal with this shit.
I call that a victory.