Getting Mad

I spent the evening getting irritable with my Mom. Then Dena phoned when I was trying to get my Mom to sleep, then Dena phone again and now I was getting really mad.

Then I stopped and wondered if it was time for my medication. It was, and within 15 minutes I wasn't mad at anyone any more.

I think that I, more than most people, know full well that my moods and personality is chemically driven. But this is really in your face, well in my face actually and I don't like it.

That feeling of growing irritability that comes on me from time to time has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen. Now I know why it happens, it is part of the disease- the disease is part of my personality and I can shut it down with 3 little white pills.

This is very disconcerting.