He was attired in striped silk pajamas. A matching robe was laid out on an armchair. How had he gotten that heavy chair up to the roof? Ah, well, in the manic phase nothing was impossible.
If I could change some things about how I got my diagnosis …
The clinical psychologists who said I don’t like to pathologise would have stfu and referred me to a psychiatrist.
I would have taken the 6 month state psych hospital stay I was offered about 14 years ago.
The GP who tried to talk me out of a psychiatric referral a few years ago would be summarily shot.
Somebody at some point between 1996 and earlier than this year, would have suggested to me that the stuff I was seeing and hearing wasn’t normal and was probably psychosis.
There would be a lot more time and gravitas involved in telling me I’m bipolar.
I’d have been warned about the grief and identity issues.
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Still after 14 years I haven’t gotten used to Thanksgiving being in November, but you Americans like having your Turkey Days super close to each other.
I’m all prepped for tomorrow. 2 Bottles of wine and a supportive spouse!
Tonight my husband and I went through a kind of tour of our house where they pointed out where all the water and electrical things are. Which way doors will swing. The markings on the floor that show with carpet, wood and tile marked. Our new furnace with the humidifier has been installed. It’s making it feel super real.
It was so freezing tonight when we stopped by the grocery store for my wine, the mall area had lit their super large Christmas tree it was really quite lovely. Plus we saw a horse drawn carriage that looked very similar to Cinderella’s. Then a guy in a dog costume waved at me. It’s super weird but made me smile.
It feels like my mood is getting better. I’ll see how it goes tomorrow.