I have bipolar (type II), which for now simply means I have widely fluctuating moods. I've had several days of events and mood that have been difficult and I have felt very down. My car wouldn't start mid-this morning, so I had to take a therapy appointment virtually from my office. The appointment was fairly good, considering how I'm feeling, which still feels like on an existential knife's edge. Upon getting off the video call, I see 2 emails from an opposing attorney, including one that really had a vertigo-inducing effect, and I instantly went to thoughts of driving to go through with suicide. And then remembered, my car won't start.
By the time I call and get it towed, I'm sure the intensity of thoughts of suicide will have passed, since that's how it goes with this.
A friend I'd reached out to this morning, among other things, had encouraged me to "have some faith" that as I do things, things get better. Having very painfully lost the religious beliefs and practices that immersivly defined all my earlier life, it seems naïve to equate any of this now with some higher power or purpose, but what the hell. I can't disprove it anyway. I do try to believe in something.