Dysalexic

Cyclothymia… a mild form of bipolar disorder. Usually the prediagnosis to full blow Bipolar I or II.

I need to get this under control. Yesterday, after my rant of sorts and the fact I couldn’t get out of bed for two and a half days, I somehow pushed myself out of it and by 11pm I was dancing naked around my room. After frantically painting in my room. After organizing all of the old family photos I could get my hands on. After eating two whole bags of dark chocolate.

I don’t get it. Seriously. And the crappy thing is, everytime they put me on a new medication to treat the craziness I either can’t breathe while doing simple things like walking upstairs, or I have a seizure.

I need some middle ground.