When I wrote ´summon´, I meant to say ´summit´, of course. Now that my cerebral clot has dissolved, I can see it.
Everyone may have good recipes to cope with despair. When I fall from the summon of the tallest mountain to the bottom of the deepest oceanic trench, the only thing that helps me a bit is being aware of the fact that all is pendular, that I will be climbing the hill again soon. Perhaps you will say: Oh, stop kidding, that is the quinta essentia
of manic depression. But it´s just that the awareness of that pendular characteristic does help me reduce levels of anxiety and be again on the move. It helps me a bit, just that. Hopefully, scientists will discover what DNA has to say as to this disease.
From Buenos Aires, Argentina, I wish to thank Mr. Stephen Fry for this forum. I keep in my mind how magnificently he played Oscar Wilde, as well as his performance -earlier in 1992- in Peter´s friends. (Peter to Vera: -I know you always disapproved of the way I lived my life.- Vera: -I didn't. I hated seeing what you didn't do with your life.-)
when I was manic, I realised I was going to get depressed, so I tried to document for myself what I found beautiful, fascinating, ... and wrote it down in lists, poems,drawings, holistic theories, whatever (like others have done, I've seen here on the forum, mine are mostly in Dutch, so no use posting them)
But now, it all just seems silly (cynical smiley)
I would really like to know, aside from poetry and so on, how do you cope with the agony and despair you sometimes feel ?
I don't really know how to cope with it, but the little things I try are;
- I go every night on a walk with my dog (physical effort and stroking a pet should set off some endorfines or sth, I heard), and what I find pleasing is the fact that I can walk in dark, deserted places and feel no fear at all (what could possibly make me feel worse ? an encounter with a rapist ? a serial killer ? nope ) Then I realise I feel more free than I normally do
- i weigh myself every day and see that i lose weight, just like that, without any effort (for a woman, that counts for sth, because that's what they complain about all of the time)
- I smile to people and start small conversations, or make a friendly comments or compliments, (just as if I'm manic) and I think to myself: hey, at least I can pretend I'm in a happy mood and people get away with it
- I listen to 'Passive' from a perfect circle and I know who is my perfect enemy