Living with bipolar and PTSD really sucks. There is no medication for PTSD; even time doesn't heal it. Marijuana is the best cure. So you can sit there and smoke pot all day and then be triggered by random things that make you think about other things that remind you of something else that trigger you again. It is like a long, complex train that keeps wrecking.
On the other hand, I am medicated for bipolar. But if depression hits, I am so unaccustomed to it unless it is a depression of circumstance that I don't even know how to process it. I don't know how to waddle through the chemical depression. It's such a weird state. I am used to a mild mania that remains muffled and under control to a degree that is manageable.
Today has been a mindfuck: a combination of chemical and circumstantial depressing elements and lots of random triggers. ✖✖✖ I'm having trouble processing this day. Thank God for Mia, my emotional support pet who is by my side every time she senses stress or turmoil emanating from me. She just left me again. I want to glue her to the side of my body. But then she would be too stressed out. She likes to be scratched with rocks so I wear rough rock rings.
