I'm in the zone. That's the only possible reason for starting a second blog.
But no. It's more than that. It's a nasty dysphoria that's knocked some sense into my head. And made me realize that this disorder the shrinks love to call "bipolar" isn't going away. When I find it impossible to verbalize, I can always write. Hence my blogging.
I prefer the term "manic-depressive" to "bipolar." In an onomotopoeia sort of way, it sounds like it is. Bipolar just doesn't cut it, doesn't give the sense of grand movement like manic-depressive. However, since my latest doctor has diagnosed me as bipolar I, I suppose it has some use.
I was first diagnosed bipolar II at 45 (I'm nearly 56 now), after years of borderline functionality, huge depressions, and manic behavior that I tried to cover up. In fact, I'm almost convinced I was a bipolar child--there were temper tantrums, anxiety attacks, impulsive behavior, and moodiness as far back as I can remember. Who knows? It certainly took the better part of my adulthood to be diagnosed.
Every manic-depressive's story has its interesting edges. Mine certainly does. This blog will help document my life as a manic-depressive and provide a forum for me to express my views on a very unique ailment.
I'm still in the process of formatting this blog, which will take a while. Ultimately, I hope this will become a resource for other manic-depressives as well as their family and friends. Yeah, you can Google for info but it's nice to have a repository.