My life feels like it restarted
It’s been about two weeks of being what I must assume is stable. I have no extreme moods and I can still feel emotions. What I don’t like is my memories of the past 5.5 years feel like they were saved in greyscale, like none of the memories have feeling. It makes me feel like I just restarted my life but that’s not what I wanted. I want to remember and feel all the amazing moments with my son and husband, but it seems like those days are so far behind me and most of what I remember is that I was constantly enraged or miserable. Now everything revolves around being bipolar, and recovery and medication and therapy. I hardly listen to music anymore. I miss how good music sounded. I miss how motivated and driven I was. I want to be passionate and overly happy and creating beautiful memories with my family, but if I can only do that while manic and I can’t remember it afterward what’s the point? I hate this. No one told me stability requires sacrifice.