I Woke Up Bipolar Again

I woke up pretty early this morning and the obsessing and anger started setting in pretty quick. Paranoia. All the fun stuff and I couldn't figure out what was going on until I realized I woke up with bipolar again. Like I do every morning. Damn it. 

I've been journaling like crazy and I've cracked open my poetry book and have writing like crazy which I'll be posting later. And yes I write poetry and no I don't care if you find it anything but positive for me. I haven't made it this far by caring what people think of me. So anyway I told you I'm angry. 

The anger stems from the obsessing and vice versa. They're like kissing cousins, no matter how many times you tell them to stay away from each other they just seem to find a way. So we're moving and I am just going over every little thing in my head and basically driving myself nuts. Then that gets me thinking about my bipolar and how I swallow those damn pills every morning and night so why do I still feel this way? Luckily I see Derek this morning but I don't understand. Am I this special nutjob that has this special bipolar that means I get special nothingness from treatment?

I really have to watch myself when I'm like this because I have little to no patience which means I get mean and condescending pretty quick and everyone really enjoys that Ryan says no one ever. Well that gets exhausting. I know how that sounds. Exhausting being a nice human being shouldn't be an option it should just come natural but it doesn't when I'm like this. I'm not proud of it but at least I can admit it which means I work hard at not being that guy. I don't like being mean to Stacy or my family because guess what? They're the ones that love and care about me the most but guess what? They're the ones that get the brunt of my bipolar.  

I work my ass off to not use bipolar as a crutch to be an asshole but it's tiring. It was so much easier when I lost my temper and let whomever deal with it because I didn't care. It was so much easier to get wasted until I get better while destroying everything around me. It would be easier to quit my job when I'm struggling to walk out the front door because of what's going on in my head knowing I have 10 hours that day to keep it together. A lot of things are easier if I'd just give up. I can't and that angers me but for once it's a good anger. It's a motivator. 

So I woke up with bipolar this morning. I have this crazy intuition I will tomorrow too. Am I happy about that? No but I've learned that doesn't fix the problem. Taking my meds even when I feel this way does though. Talking to Stacy, my mom, family, Derek- all of those do. Not letting bipolar control my entire life, check as well. I don't have to like that I have bipolar thank God but I do have to acknowledge it because only then can I take the steps needed to control it instead of vice versa. 

So if you're struggling, you aren't alone. If you think you don't need your meds, you do. Find somebody you trust to talk to. It's worth it's weight in gold. I'm proud of everyone struggling that won their battle. You're a rockstar. 

I'm not bipolar-I have bipolar

Ryan M Sullivan