I finally had a good dream...

I told my new psychiatrist that for years I've been having bad dreams or stressful dreams... Believing that the demons harass me in my weakest state... So he told me to switch up one of my med's that I regularly took at night, to take it in the mornings instead... So far not so good it's been about a week and I keep forgetting to take that med that I took out from my blister pack, and put it aside for in the mornings... So far I've been taking it only when I remember to, say at 5:00 PM!!!! Anyways, last night I finally had a sweet dream!!! It was like I was on vacation, and one of the Natives there offered me a crystal clear saucer/bowl to drink from... Which had like coconut water and sugar and things to make it taste good! I placed both hands under the dish and brought it up to my lips and drank from it! It was sooo good! The lady asked me what I liked about it and the funny thing was she was speaking to me in French!!!! And I in turn was also speaking in French back to her like as if I had a clue to what I was saying??? It was a sweet dream! Ha finally!!!

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MikeHurts · 56-60, M

Most people either avoid talking about mental illness or try to hide the fact that they are effected by some form of it.

I spent so many years of my life trying to not have my mental illness and trying to conceal all the things I think by not sharing openly. Always guarded.

In the past three or four years I have come to grips with the fact that I am and always have been a stranger in a strange land. I am an odd duck on almost every level.

But people seem to like having me around more than before now that I have just been being me.
I'm not saying that when I meet new people that my older friends don't have to give the he has Bipolar disclaimer off to the side, but it is working for me.

Glade your dreams seem to making a turn for the better. :-)