Rapid cycling sucks. When I awakened this morning, I was sure my depression had lifted once and for all. It felt like a piece of gauze had been unwrapped from my brain and all the joyful, loving, and happy cells that had been smothered and suffocated from lack of air were tingling with renewed energy as if trying to replenish themselves.
My lungs felt like they'd been released from sausage casings and I could breathe again without restriction. And the bindings on my heart were dissolving--allowing my veins and arteries to replenish my system with healthy fresh nutrients.
I had a very productive morning. Then I took my son to the doctor and out to lunch. By the time I returned home, I was right back in the abyss. What a horrible illness this is!