I’m quiet. Because I don’t have a lot to say. When I’m well, I have “oomph” for talking, whereas when I’m unwell, the thought of ordering coffee is completely overwhelming.
The opposite is true with writing. When I am unwell, words drip from my fingertips, but when life trots along nicely, I dry up.
So here I am, all dried up. And that’s good news. Right? I’m so well I have nothing to say. My mood has become extremely stable in recent months, which is apparently an aim of recovery in bipolar II disorder.
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