I find that sometimes the worst part of depression for me is the stinking thinking part. It takes away from anything I want to do. Actually, I get dressed and if not for my bipolar toolkit, that probably would not even happen.
My mom is a great support system. She gets me out and into the sunlight and it really helps. She gets me going doing some things and before I know it, it is time for bed. Doesn’t matter how early, it just matters that I got up, dressed, out of the house and did something.
My children help me remember that I am more than bipolar and have more to talk about than just the bipolar episodes.
No matter if I am in mania or depressed or in between. I am ok because I am still here and so are they. I have learned they love me for me and I love me (even though depression says the opposite).
Purpose to have an awesome day and do something for you.