So today was fun. When last did I say that? It was probably hypomania, but fuck it, I’ll take it. I imagine that if you have bipolar ii, coming down from hypo would be a crash, but I don’t experience it that way. To me it just feels like disappointment. That’s irrelevant for now, because I haven’t crashed slumped. Somewhere round 9pm I thought hrmm this is nice; I’m weary and a tiny bit sunburned (I love that gentle glow, don’t you?) and goodness me I do declare I just yawned. So I went to bed and *doink* motherfucking nasty sneaky RLS (restless leg syndrome aka Willis-Ekbom Disease, a fucking horrible neurological thing). The reliable antidote is to get up and wander about, which is great but not very bloody conducive to having a lovely, early sleep. Or any other flavour of sleep for that matter.
One of the strategies suggested is
“… avoiding substances or medications that may exacerbate RLS,” source
to which I’d like to respond thus,
aaahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I’m on psych meds mofo!!
So I’m wide awake again, because ugh RLS feels vile. It’s freaking irritating. Get up, walk, move, feel annoyed that as soon as I stop, it starts again.
But today…. Today was the good. And that’s a victory.