It’s just a day in my life   It’s just a day in my life  I can
hear movement in the house as I lie in bed, trying to convince
my mind and body that it is time to get up. The front door
opening and closing as my partner leaves to take his regular
walk across to the local newsagents, music coming from my
daughter’s room, her feet making contact with the laminated
floor, probably dancing yet again, and the low tone of the
television coming from the living room.  I can hear life
circulating around me as I struggle just to hold on to the idea
of keeping my eyes open. It seems to take me forever to be able
to get out of my bed. I wasn’t late to bed last night, not late
at all. No, this is the joy that is Seroquel (Quetiapine), an
anti-psychotic medication used in Bipolar Disorder and
Schizophrenia. I am very anti-medication when it comes to
dealing with my Bipolar Disorder, preferring to deal with it in
a more holistic fashion, though at times I have to be pragmatic
and accept that I may need a small amount of medi