So... life is pretty good at the moment. I guess I only write when things aren't okay. I think this place I'm at now is the best I've had it in years. Actual years. I'm really proud, to be honest. A few months ago, I didn't see an end. I'd given up. It's crushingly tiring to have an undiagnosed psychiatric condition. I spent so long trying to convince myself I was over-reacting to things, and then becoming frustrated 'cause I just knew that it wasn't me, I knew something was wrong.
Bi-polar is so hard to diagnose, so I can't lay the blame on any of the doctors I have seen. At this stage, I'm only thankful. Yeah, it took a long time, but hey, got there in the end. I'm finally on medication that works for me, and seeing a therapist who doesn't wanna force me to talk about 'issues'. She's perfectly happy to set me tasks to keep me occupied and do stupid things like chalk drawings but... well, I'm just happier.
I know that this is for life, that maybe next week I won't feel so great but I think I'll be a hell of a lot better from now on. It's the best feeling ever. I can't remember the last time I was content like I am now.