Something Has Changed...I'm Old Now
Reflections on getting older.
Getting older a grim business. Welcome to the Frontier Psychiatrists— it's a health- themed newsletter. I'm Owen Muir, and I'm a child adolescent and adult psychiatrist. I'm also at that age where I forget what age I am. I'm pretty sure it's 45. Oh, my. 45 years old… I'm slightly north of a midlife crisis, maybe. Some people get to it by this point in time, I hear. I have an autoimmune disorder. When I was younger, and had a lot of energy, which I don't at all anymore, I worried that having bipolar disorder was The Real Problem for me. The amount of time people with mood disorders, like mine, spend worrying about how that mood disorder limit their life is, in retrospect, adorable. It was cute to think that bipolar disorder would be the thing that limited me. I've written about this before, but end of the story? It is not even a real problem.
Ironically, it's not the real problem for almost anybody. Anyone who survives it…