I can’t speak for other bipolars, but when I’m down like I have been the past couple weeks I don’t turn into some Robert Smith or Morrissey-esque emo buzzkill. Stereotypes are a bitch.
Besides, I’ve always been more of the Peter Lorre type.
No, the real problem is I can’t get anything done. When getting up before 5 p.m. becomes a major accomplishment, things like cooking become about as feasible as making steel in my backyard.
Well, assuming I had a backyard. (Nothing like throwing in a random, snarky Chairman Mao reference, is there?)