Bipolar: when I am not myself

One of the more embarrassing parts of my disorder is the separation from who I used to be and what I used to be capable of compared to what I do now.

This post took several days to put together. During the writing, I even forgot how to “copy and paste” and use the shortcuts for looking up words while I write—something I do all the time. The cognitive connection was lost several times over two days, and I had to walk away several times. I win some and I lose some.

Today* was exceptionally difficult from the start, and I can’t discern a particular reason–other than…