That's not really how it is. It's all in your head-Literally. Bi-Polar-It's all in your head-Literally.

Thank you for reading my writings and supporting what I love to do. There are neurotransmitters, like dopamine, that go into the brain's pleasure center (nucleus accumbens)and keep us at healthy mood levels. When too many of these neurotransmitters are going into our brain's pleasure center we experience elevated moods. I am open minded to the fact that these are the times when I feel artistic, unstoppable, egotistic, and very philosophical. When not enough of these neurotransmitters get to our brain's pleasure center we experience depressive moods. I am open minded to the fact that these are the times when I feel hopeless, lonely, isolated, frustrated, humilated and paranoid. In both states I try to find reasons that are logical for me to feel the way I am feeling. When depressed I become the drama queen. "The boss didn't say hi to me at work he's going to fire me." "They didn't return my phone call. What did I do wrong?" "I feel so alone, no one ever invites me to anything." "When I see someone talking and they stop when I enter the room, they were talking bad about me." "They're out to get me." When in elevated moods (mania) I have the tendency to become megalomaniac like. "The numbers on the casino slot machine landed on 7. I thought about the number 13 when I woke up this morning. That's why I won on the slot machine." "I can feel everything falling into place because there was a rainbow, it's a sign for me to quit my job." Examples of both are endless and indeed affect our interactions in society.

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