was also a family wedding. This also went well overall, but I didn't sleep well (or at all) for a couple of nights. Bad for a bipolar. And I had one of my paranoid anxiety freak-outs because we had to stay in a motel, and motels can have bedbugs, and if you bring bedbugs home it costs thousands of dollars to get rid of them and replace all your things, and sometimes they come back if the exterminators don't do the job right, and..... and ... and...
And I'm sure you get my drift. My family was patient with me, although they laughed a bit, like they often do when I go over the edge like that. Hubby helped me tear the room apart looking for signs of infestation. We didn't see anything, but there's still a lingering fear that maybe we missed something and still brought them home with us.
God, I'm tired. I'm tired of being me. I'm tired of freaking out. I'm tired of being a micro-manager and driving everyone else crazy. I'm tired of worrying about my younger son and his likelihood of turning out bp too. I'm just so damned tired. 
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