I am thoroughly enjoying my newfound social life. It had been months since I allowed myself a chance to relax and have some fun. I may be doing things that others don’t approve of, but I don’t really give a rat’s ass. I’m tired of trying to behave the way others expect or want me to behave. Maybe I’m relapsing into a hypomanic episode, but maybe I’m just finding happiness or at least contentment… is that unlikely? Either way, it’s a welcomed change from the funk I’ve been in all this time.
About BipolarChick (599 posts)
I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.