u/CATYY2000

That’s the hardest part about bipolar II… how quickly stability can turn unfamiliar.
One medication works, until it doesn’t…
One version of me feels capable, grounded, certain…. Then suddenly I’m exhausted,
restless, overwhelmed, trying to adjust all over again.
And somewhere between the med changes
and trying to hold myself together, I wonder if I should even become a therapist?
How do you help people heal when your own mind
can feel so unpredictable?
But maybe understanding pain isn’t always a weakness. Maybe surviving it teaches you how to sit gently with someone else’s suffering too.