Struggled to press publish

I’m the face the secretly Bipolar Depressive mother, living in a nice Suburban neighborhood just trying to pretend me that is not me. But if you’re reading this, you shall know the truth.

I am not crazy, I don’t talk to myself in corners or scream at people randomly. I don’t hear voices or have random thoughts of hurting myself or others.

I do however, get really happy and ultra motivated to the extremes that I am annoying some days. Then there is the bad days that I feel overly sad that it is hard staying focused.

For years I struggled to following through with many things. Not because I didn’t want to, not because I wasn’t interested, or a flake. I failed to execute many of my ideas/projects because my mind was all over the place and part of the time was trying to cope with just making “today” happen without a meltdown.

In recent months, I’ve had some major heart-to-hearts with my husband and he never understood why I never finished any of my brilliant ideas/projects. I tried to explain how I functioned and it still didn’t make sense to him.

I am now very controlled with medication and doing very well. I write this to show and tell the world that being Bipolar is not necessarily an ugly ailment. Yes it sucks at times, but we are normal people with “a few more spices in our stew”.

I will press the publish button, even if I regret it two minutes later and want to hide under a rock…