One of the ways I know when I’m slipping into bipolar depression is when I lose my sense of humor. Not even my husband’s awful jokes get a rise out of me.
I also lose interest in many things that I ordinarily enjoy – reading, puzzles and games, to name a few. The joys of life are few and far between.
Lately, I’ve noticed I seem to be slipping again. I don’t feel overly depressed yet, but the signs are creeping up on me. I think I first noticed it when it occurred to me that I had not done the New York Times crossword puzzle for at least a week.
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