From the Bottom of the Bathroom Floor
It’s been months since I last blogged. I’ve been so caught up with my university studies and home schooling my kids in this strange new Corona World. In fact, I probably should be working on an essay right now but I just needed to write freely today; to express what is in my heart and on my mind right now. So come, buckle up, and step into the darkest corners of my mind with me. Below I have copied and pasted a dated e-journal entry. I wrote it in November last year during the most crippling low I have experienced since I was pregnant with my now almost 6-year-old daughter. What is a low you ask? It is a depressive episode. You see, I suffer from Bipolar Disorder, Type 2 (BPII), differentiated from Type 1 by significantly more lows than highs. The rare highs of BPII, referred to as hypomanic episodes do not reach the full-blown mania and psychosis commonly associated with Bipolar Disorder, Type 1 (BPI) and could instead...