I've been taking meds for about 8 months now and in the beginning it helped so much. I only expected to be handed an antidepressant and be told to carry on. Instead my psych told me she thinks I'm bipolar and we began medication accordingly. Looking back it makes a lot of sense and now I can attribute certain behaviors to being hypomanic or depressed.

A month ago I quit my job because I was doing so poorly mentally and now I think it may have been a manic decision. I'm struggling to find work and I'm so freaking depressed that I can barely move.

My boyfriend has dealt with depression but he can't seem to understand mine. I stayed in bed really late because I didn't want to deal with the world or myself. I told him I slept because I didn't want to deal with the sadness today and he made a comment along the lines of well just don't be sad. It's not like I'm choosing sadness. I want to be happy. I want to be functional.

So now that I've thrown my pity party out there, what do you do to keep going? How do you keep fighting through it?