The depressive part of this mixed episode is hitting really hard. I'm fairly sure I need back on my antidepressant; we stopped that during the horrible mania. Apparently I still need it even though Seroquel is supposed to fill that gap.
I'm now depressed enough that simple problem solving upsets me. I wanted to make something that needed an egg. I'm out of eggs. Faced with either getting appropriately enough dressed to run to the convenience store (which meant a shower, the hair dryer, clothes), I just gave in. Which wouldn't be such a big deal except that I then felt crushed because I had no eggs. Worst thing that ever happened and all that.
I'm partially have trouble because my thinking is more manic and yet my speed is very slow. I get confused when I try to think or say things. I don't trust myself to react the way I want to. Having burst into tears in public yesterday there is no telling where I'll cry next.
And of course I'm celebrating with nightmares.
I don't even have a good ending line. I'm just disgusted. I wish I had a way to make myself believe that I haven't done something wrong. I know, but I don't.