Y'all today I had an appointment with my psychiatrist. It was supposed to be a check in but instead it led to her telling me I've been hypomanic for the past three to four weeks, just like everyone else has been telling me, that I need to cut down (like WAY down) on my caffeine use, that this is not sustainable and it probably won't just fix itself naturally or nicely, that I should up my lamotrigine, this is an issue because I'm alarming people around me, blah blah blah...

But she "upgraded" me to BP2 instead of cyclothymia. I was devastated. I had a miniature crisis. I mean like I just sat and stared at nothing for hours.

But lo and behold! I gained access, for the first time, to my documents and appointment summaries. It turns out I am NOT ONLY BP2, but APPARENTLY she has NEGLECTED TO TELL ME that she ALSO diagnosed me with OCD AND GAD!

And y'all, this was the line. When I saw that, I started laughing. And not like a little bit. I've been smiling and laughing for hours over this. The absurdity. BP2? Burden. Stigma. But THREE? That is actually impressive. It's so absurd that it's hysterical. I just find it hilarious. Like .. I can deal with this. I love it. Amazing.

And now I'm not down anymore! Week four, anyone?