And once more I understand why some people are driven to commit suicide because of bipolar disorder. Because, death does seem a much preferable thing to what can only be called “anti-life”.
I have been trying to compose the next installment of Being Bipolar. My mind has arrested me from doing that and from having interest in most of the other things that I enjoy in my life. My thoughts are on a seemingly non-stop cycle of nothingness, if that makes any sense.
So what am I doing to alleviate it? I’ve taken my medication and I’ve spent some time just trying to let my thoughts run their course (because eventually it does peter out enough to let me be productive again). Other than that, there’s not much else that can be done.
I’m leaving Wednesday afternoon, for a short trip. Gonna be at that same film festival in ...
