Sometimes I want the ride to stop

Did I get new medicine, leave the hospital and live happily ever after?

Sadly, no. I'm still in the thick of it. It's been two years.

The roller coaster isn't one of those smooth new ones that glide up and down seamlessly. No, it's definitely one of the old wooden ones. It's bumpy. It whips your head around painfully. It goes way up and there's excitement and anticipation of the fun, and then the fear begins to settle in and the inevitable plummet. Sometimes the hill is smaller and so the downhill stretch doesn't seem so far and deep....it's deceptive, because the ride is just as jarring.

I'm one of the lucky ones (sarcasm intended), I get to have the rapid cycling flavor of Bipolar. Hard to get a handle on because the roller coaster never stops. And sometimes I just want to get off.