It turns out that for the last ten years I’ve been holding myself hostage. Or rather, bad mogg has been holding a knife to the throat of good mogg. Or, perhaps truer, mogg: proper has been a slave to mogg: bipolar.
I have had violent mood swings. I have acted and acted out in ways that would scandalize even the skeeziest. I overreact to even the tiniest perceived injustices with ferocity. I did not finish high school or university. I have had more jobs than I can count or remember. My relationships have been unhealthy, and unstable, and unsustainable. I was unemployable, unreliable, uneducated. Unmogg! I was UNmogg.
And now, thanks to this pill, this fucking SALT, I am REmogged.
I feel amazing. I feel like the past three weeks will be the start of something pretty cool. I am bipolar! not clinically and perpetually depressed! I am bipolar! not an unlovable, undeserving fuck up!
Last night, after a series of events that would have normally driven me to a bar (or to the drink, or into a stranger’s bed) I thought instead: Shit. Sucks. Oh well. No need to act like a twat over it.
THERE IS NO NEED TO ACT LIKE A TOTAL TWAT.
That seems obvs, I know, but it hasn’t been to me. Lithium, the mood stabilizer, has given me the option to not act like a total mental case, and be a Reg instead. And you will now all benefit from it. SO SAY WE ALL.