Just the other day you were full of energy, running errands left and right. Cleaning like a French Maid, cooking like Julia Child, and crafting like good ol Martha Stewart. Then it comes. Slowly at first, gradually snaking it's way through the convoluted folds of your brain until it finally encircles you like a Herculean stranglehold vine. Tears, they refuse to come.
Medication makes sure of that.
Body and brain both adopt a numbness that nothing nor anyone can penetrate. Must always be aware of the numbness for it is generally this cycle that many bipolar people will take that final step to end the numbness once and for all. Energy levels have diminished to where you perform only the functional skills needed to survive. Food is more of a nuisance than a necessity. Too much energy to get up and fix anything.