I have bipolar disorder. My moods have a mind of their own. Without medication, I have mood slams. With medication, I have mood swings. It’s an improvement.
There’s nothing in my life at the moment that would necessitate a depressive episode. In fact, things are going remarkably well. I got into a painting class that I wanted. My brain is going into overdrive coming up with ideas for paintings. I drew out on canvas the first painting and I like what I am seeing. In class today, I’ll work on color charts. I want to work with one color plus white and ivory black. Ivory black has blue in it so when it’s mixed with yellow and white, interesting greens appear. I’m curious to see what happens if I use reds, violets, and yellows. Do the reds make violet when mixed with white and ivory black?
I got into the writing class that I wanted. This is going to be an interesting class. Much younger than the creative writing classes I’ve taken in the past. I’m looking forward to writing some of the scary stuff I’ve been thinking of. What I’ll be writing is what’s inside of me.
So why am I depressed? I have no clue.
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