A few months ago I was diagnosed with bipolar I. I was put on Olzaphine and Prozac and after a few tweaks of the medicine I started feeling great. I didn’t have any bad days and I was smiling all the time and in a good mood, practically 24/7.

However, Today I was with my friends (which is usually how I get any form of happiness or serotonin in the first place) and I was just crushed with this overbearing weight of loneliness. 

It’s been creeping on me for a few days but I ignored it. Trying to pretend it didn’t exist because I was doing so good. I stopped showering. I want to stop eating (I struggle with an ED). 

I live with my boyfriend. But I feel embarrassed and ashamed. I was doing so well im scared to tell him that I need help. Any advice?