So, we’ve finally identified my mystery malady: Bipolar Type 1 with Psychosis.
For those of you who’ve never dealt with that little inconvenience, please don’t. I’d rate it zero stars. But let me explain what’s happened in the several months I’ve been mostly gone.
Bipolar disorder was formerly called “manic depression:” as that implies, it’s defined by periods of mania followed by (much longer) periods of depression. For most of my extended absence, the depression was the problem, driving me to stare at blank walls and sleep for fifteen hours a day because the only time I felt remotely good was when I was dreaming. The manias were short, fleeting, and mostly a fun reprieve from slogging through misery 24/7.
But in May, I had my first psychotic episode.