I don't really think we need to talk about the lows much. The main reason for that is because I can't think of any way to adequately describe what being depressed is like. One of my pet peeves is when people say, "You should get off your ass, get out, and do something!" I just kind of sit there and feel guilty about making people worry about me. I think what a lot of people don't understand is that being depressed is a whole lot different from being sad. Deperssion is debilitating. I don't know how many times I need to tell people that before they start realizing that it's just a little more than self-pity.
With me, I could be sitting at lunch having a really great time... and next thing I know - whammo! I'm depressed. It'd be so nice if my body would just let me know when I was going to start having mood swings so I could plan ahead. *shrug* I guess the fact of the matter is that I just need to accept that this is a part of who I am and learn to deal with it. I sort of already have. I mean, sure, being bipolar makes life a bit more difficult (and a lot more in serious cases), but I don't mind a little adversity in life - it's a good teacher. Of course, every now and then, it's nice when something good happens, and it inevitably does.
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