Did you take your meds? It's a question that I hear every single night. My usual answer: "Oh yeah. I will." Then I pull out my 7-day pill box and swallow down my med cocktail, consisting of six pills combining four different types of meds.
I'm not crazy. But if I don't take these pills, I can't function well. It's as simple as that. If I forget to take one or more pills, my brain tells me about it within a few hours in its own rude way. Yeah, that's what it is: my brain is a meanie. It's all my brain's fault. If my brain could only balance its chemicals on its own, then none of this would be necessary.
The pills run my life. I can't miss them for even one day. I've endured numerous side effects and even allergic reactions. I can only drink alcohol "once or twice a month" (I can hear my doctor's voice saying it every session). They've caused me to gain weight. They cause heartburn and nausea at times. There are even times when I feel like I'm going through life completely drugged into oblivion, like a robot without worries and lacking raw emotion. Because that is what my meds do: tame my anxiety and emotions. With all of above in mind, my pills save me from pain. And side effects win over the pain by a landslide in my book.
I have bipolar disorder (BP) with rotating hypomanic and depressive episodes. And I've been hit by the comorbidity of generalized anxiety disorder (GAD). And it sucks. And I'm having a bad day.



I'm sorry your having a bad day. I'm Robin. And I am not bipolar. But my wonderful husband is unfortunately bipolar type 2. I've listened to a lot of speeches just like yours. The fog, and "Did you take your meds darling" and of inevitable realization that every single day these meds make it better, even though the side effects do suck.
Sometimes though, you just have to voice it. I do hope your feeling better. And I hope if nothing else, A smile will be a small light in your otherwise dark day.
Blessed Be,
Robin