April 12, 2012 reblog of how anger is part of my hypomania; and how detrimental it can be. It’s destructive, not productive or righteous anger I experience.
And anger on Thursday probably has completely f’d things up again.
With woods and grasslands, left parched and tinder-dry without rain, or a boiler growing hotter and hotter without a steam relief value – a small spark, one degree higher on the pressure gage, and suddenly there is a flashpoint – a blinding explosion of fire or steam.
My bipolar 2 rage is like that – some mundane thing; a small frustration; a misplaced item; a forgotten chore turns irritability and annoyance into a fire storm, an explosion of fury; pure irrational, unstoppable rage.
I’ve been working very hard on controlling the rage, though I still get irritated by the idiots in the world and ahead of me in the grocery line, still argue the same, well-worn things with my husband. Still cry from frustration – fueled more by underlying depression than by the aftermath of anger.
Meds and constant vigilance, despite the outside and inside tensions, kept my fury, my…
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