It’s good to be able to laugh and joke. It’s good to be me again.
I have not started back on my book yet, but I am laughing more than I have in a while.
I am dealing with the sleep issue as well as I can and I am getting out of the house every chance I get.
The anxiety also seems to be under control.
I am observing how fast my speech is and if I am feeling unusually high on life. I also take note of my driving speed. These are a couple of my signs of mania.
I am above even keel but not manic. I feel like I am living again and not just existing.
It feels good to be out of the fog of depression. The lower dose of the anti-depressant patch is working.
I am alive.
love to all
pb aka peanut butter