Alarm Bells

It's exactly a month since the fire alarm went off for no reason.
It did it again tonight.
Spooky.

In my blog then I said that I could feel things slipping, and that's how I feel at the moment.
I think it's a cyclical thing.
Something in me goes around, and comes around.

I talked to the doctor about ultra rapid cycling bipolar. They don't think my highs are high enough to be manic. I think if I told them the whole truth, about everything, they might think slightly differently. On the other hand, from what I have read there is no self-harm associated with bipolar in the way that there is with borderline, and that is definitely a problem for me.

But I can't really see what difference a label makes anyway, unless it's on a bottle of good champagne.

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I write in a creative writing group online, and one of my pieces was up for criticism. Good, they said, but the character has no emotion. We have no idea how she feels, or what she thinks.

I guess I can only write about what I know.