Wow, what a difference food makes. I was just sitting here being depressed (I’m currently on the depressed part of my bipolar cycle), and my husband came in and offered to go out and get me some dinner. Just the anticipation of a good meal has perked me up. Not enough to go run a marathon, or spin around in happy circles on my lawn, but enough to sit up in bed and feel a little less negative about things.
It could also be because I have such a loving husband who is willing to put up with my insanity. I’ll have to be sure to thank him when he gets back!