There’s this attribute of life that I think is pretty important. It’s a baseline at which we can fully function and withstand setbacks and disappointments. When we get hit with a bunch of stuff at once we have to be fortified.
I call it, “the joy of life.” You know what I’m saying?
I am at such a low point that I am totally and completely without any positive thoughts or emotions now. The medications and life have me closer to zero than anything. I am seeing my bipolar being under control to the point I have no ups only downs.
I see the psychiatrist tomorrow so I’m sure we will do some more adjustments. Early appointment then some thrift processing.
I’ve got to make an upward move soon, I can’t say life is all that great where I’m at.
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