A New Purpose

I apologise for the rambling nature of this and any following posts. I've decided to make this my "Depression Diary".

I'm on my 7th week of anti-depression treatment. My psych appointment is on the 6th of September. I'm hoping that they can prescribe additional meds for me.

I'm bipolar. Seriously bipolar. I'm on anti-depressants but I definitely need a mood stabiliser as I still have violent mood swings. I can go from "happy happy joy joy" to "Imma cut a bitch" in 2.5 seconds. What I tolerate today may be what I hate tomorrow.

The A-Ds are doing SOMEthing but I still get extreme lows. This isn't good, especially for the kids. I'll promise to play games or go to the park and my mood will swing down and all of a sudden I have two disappointed 7 year-olds whining, "but you said..." and I get angry at them. It's not fair. They've done nothing wrong.

I start feeling sexy, then I start doing daft sexy things for The Hubs and then suddenly it's gone and I have a disappointed (but very understanding man) and a wasted erection.

I try to keep myself busy. The Hubs works hard to keep me from hiding from the world, which is what I tend to do when I'm on a severe low. We've been swimming almost every day this past week. I hate being around crowds of people but I've been pretty tolerant until today. I complained about the lifeguards who don't to anything about the older kids that are rough with the younger kids, don't watch the pool because they're too busy flirting with some guy at the showers and about the way there are too many unsupervised kids around. I got a free pass... hey whatever.

Point is, I have no point. I just need to rant. Thanks for reading!