Quite interesting piece I thought.
There’s nothing new to say about rapid cycling mixed states. I’ve railed against them and given in, pulled out every tool in my toolbox and given up, called for help and stayed silent, pushed against the maggoty words they whisper in my ear and believed every word. My response to the turmoil in my head has been as varied as my illness.
But if anything is new, it must be the time it takes me to accept, breathe, and allow whatever my head and body chemistry need to do. And I’ve gathered a larger support network around me, so that when I call for help (usually a few texts back and forth) I don’t have to burden the same few friends over and over. Spread the horror, that’s my Emergency Motto.
Thank you, all my Go-To People, who get those scary/sad/frantic texts and respond with such kindness and love. You make…
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