My appointment is about an hour hence. I’ve not managed to paw through old blog entries (too antsy), but I did review my notes with my husband last night, as well as adding some jots this morning. So hopefully it’ll be of use. I accept the bipolar is a part of my life that isn’t going anywhere, but damned if I want to sit passively by and have not much of a life. So fingers crossed for me that myself and my husband do well advocating for me, and that if I do get put on an antidepressant, that it doesn’t trigger rapid cycling. I’m grateful to not be in those shoes; I see how rough it is on my fellow bloggers, and I don’t envy that situation. I’m pretty sure I was there before in a big way, but the passage of time has added a comforting haze over so much of my suffering.