I think the reason I stopped therapy was mostly that (1) I considered hypomania much better than the state I was in before a couple months ago, and (2) I am afraid that any treatment to “stabilize my moods” is going to put me closer to the aforementioned state, which is my worst fear at the moment. As for things like coping strategies or whatever, I feel like if any coping strategies were going to work with me, they would have worked at some time in the past 25 years. I’d been contemplating quitting therapy for at least 6 months before I actually did.
That being said, I’m still very far from stable and I just feel like I need to regain some self-discipline. I will, on occasion, get very, very fucking angry over some stupid shit. Today it was because someone claimed a translation project I wanted, and I screamed a long string of profanity (not even muttered under my breath, I mean I fucking screamed “fuck” about 20 times) and nearly put my hand through my wooden desk. Glad I work from home, haha. On a serious note, though, I need to not do anything that could potentially injure my hands, because they’re sort of important to me considering they’re what I use to work. But that’s where the desired self-control comes in, I suppose. It feels good to be angry though; it’s much nicer than the sort of void I was in before. People could have pissed me off in any conceivable way then, and I wouldn’t care, because I didn’t give a shit if I was alive or dead. Now I just sort of randomly rage about stupid shit. That’s one of the things that drove me to compulsive exercising when I was in college though, in addition to projects like a video game thing that I spend untold hours/months/years coding. It gave me something to do with the extra energy. Same with when I’d buy German grammar books 15 years ago when I didn’t know any German, never took any classes, and I was like goddamnit I am going to do every exercise in these books until I understand German. And so I did, 8 hours a day sometimes. That’s why I bought the piano. I’ve completely forgotten how to read bass clef, which is really weird because I can still read treble clef and the last time I actually had to read music when when I played trombone, which was bass clef. So my right hand knows what to do and my left hand just hovers stupidly in mid-air. I’m sure it’ll come back to me. I also cut up a bunch of pieces of watercolor paper (I have a gigantic roll of it) to do some paintings to try to sell. I had some bad BDD-related moments because if I was going to work a self-portrait in there, I had to take pictures of myself (the angles are too weird for a mirror), but it didn’t bother me that bad. I don’t even have a state ID, I haven’t since 2007, because I don’t want to have to have my photo taken. The Cushing’s syndrome is a big part of that, but it existed long before the Cushing’s. Will probably do a couple more serial killer paintings just because people buy them on there, but I’m bored to death of doing them.