Woke up today, hit by a landslide of depressive thoughts. Ended up sitting in the shower for an hour. Daily rituals took another 45 minutes with all shaking/crying.

These things happen. I’ve learned, after years of dealing with bipolar symptoms, not to trust ...

the thoughts, inclinations, or intuitions that come with these bouts. Just as we would not trust our impulses after heavily drinking.

I’ve learned, despite this being a part of me, that it is not ‘myself’ in these moments. I’ve learned to sit through these episodes ...

and just recognize them for what they are, rather than panicking and believing the feeling that my life is falling apart.

And what they are, are just symptoms like any other illness. A coughing fit from pneumonia that can’t be suppressed, or a fever that clouds your head.

It’s just like having a coughing fit, it just expresses itself in crying, or the feeling of being caged in one’s own mind.

And just like any other illness, sometimes the best remedy is just to make a cup of tea, chill out with a book or movie, and wait out the symptoms.