Disclaimer:

I'm not really a bitch. Well most of the time. I have my moments. One thing I do know is that bipolar IS a fucking bitch and it's one that I will be dealing with for the rest of my life so I figured I may as well document my journey.

Let us just start with the basics. I've known I was bipolar for quite some time now, but did not receive my official diagnosis until December 2007.

I'm on a plethora of medications: xanax, Tegretol (carbamazapine), Effexor, Neurontin, Seroquel, and Ambien. Oh and I am on Simvistatin to counteract the high cholesterol from the Seroquel.

At the current moment I am feeling pretty good, almost too good to the point where I am wondering if I am becoming hypomanic. For those of you that don't know hypomania is kind of like baby mania. It feels fantastic, but is NOT normal and can have some serious repurcussions. Like in my case I usually spend too much money and I can already see myself shopping more and more (who can resist holiday sales?). And I just sold my engagement ring from my failed marriage so I may as well get some good shit out of that deal, right?