Anxious much?
Last week I went through a depressive phase. I knew when I woke up, things were not going to be fine. People’s first instinct is to ask what happened but the thing with Bipolar II is that nothing has to necessarily happen for me to feel sad or even happy for that matter. It just is. Sometimes I feel like I am carrying a giant boulder on my shoulders. This boulder is a knotty mess of all the anxieties I…