So I have promptly managed to brake my attempt to do a blog every day, in big part because silly me I forgot that I was going to have a lot of extra stuff going on as well as constant guest in my room as the upstairs has the Asbestos popcorn ceilings removed. Which involves removing everything from the upstairs into ether the garage or my room. And because our dog who is afraid of people and also very unhappy when it comes to change is going to have to stay in the house, I have gained him and my brother in my room, as well as my parents to help keep our dog as comfortable as possible. Luckily as long as things go as planed by 9am on Thursday we should be able to start moving back upstairs, thus giving me my room back.
So how do you get to the point where the wheels are flying off the your manic high, especially when you are supposedly supposed to be educated on your disorder. For me that is at once a complicated and in ways a simple question. It is complicated because there are so many warning signs to be missed or to be shoved under the rug, and yet so simple because it is rooted in the fact that your brain is saying that everything is fine and there is nothing to worry about, when in fact if you value your mental stability and balance, like I do, there is very much to be worried about. This is not just so abstract question that I ponder in my mind like an artifact displayed in a case at a museum, it is something that is a very real part of my life and something that I am living through at this very moment.