Buyer’s remorse. Shopping guilt? All I want to say to myself is..

What the fuck are you going to do with all that makeup?

Hi, I’m Kaycee, and if you’re new here, I’m clinically diagnosed with Type 1 Bipolar Disorder. I used to be Bipolar-2, but the pandemic caused more haywire on my already messed up brain that it evolved into a somehow more complicated condition. 

Let’s talk about mania, makeup, and regrets.

 

What is Bipolar-1 Anyway?

Sharing this wonderful infographic by Mommy with a Mission to differentiate different mood disorders. A lot of people are getting it wrong (it’s not their fault). So feel free to share this article if you want to clear up things.

Bipolar disorder is a serious mental condition that causes major abnormalities in mood, thoughts, energy, and behavior—the kind of changes that cause noticeable impairments to your day-to-day life. We all have ups and downs, but people with bipolar disorder experience these in extreme states, called mania and depression (though they may also go for stretches when they have no symptoms at all). These intense mood shifts can interfere with personal relationships, harm careers, and disrupt your ability to just get through the day.* (Source: Health Central)

 

What happens during Mania?

The symptoms of mania include elevated mood, inflated self-esteem, decreased need for sleep, racing thoughts, difficulty maintaining attention, increase in goal-directed activity, and excessive involvement in pleasurable activities (such as shopping, or sex, or any impulsive decisions). These manic symptoms significantly impact a person’s daily living.

NEED HELP? Here’s a list of where to get mental health assistance on-line and off

List of Where to Get Mental Health Help Online

 

Take a glimpse at some of the shit makeup I bought during Mania

This is everything I bought in just 1 week. Not including the jewelry (thank God this can be sold), and activewear *sigh* 

Maybe hold a giveaway? Review a product each week? 

 

A promise. A challenge to myself ( again)

and hopefully, I stick to it next time. I swear I’ll take my prescriptions and see my psychiatrist regularly. Bipolar doesn’t have a cure, but I’ll make it damn well sure that I get better, or the best that I can manage. It’s hard.

I want to stop. Wasting. My. Freaking. Money.

Cheers to a better me. Hopefully.