I understand there, ahint! I have had several friends cursed with that terrible, sometimes dangerously destructive malady, and would wish it on nobody. My grumbly comments about it 'not being fair that I just suffer the lows' and never have the 'pleasure' of a manic episode were really made in poor jest - when I recall some of the dreadful thing which happened to a dear friend, it makes my toes curl even now. Seeing snakes slithering up the road and screaming with terror, ending up being rescued by the Salvation Army early one Sunday morning, might of been amusing for some who saw it, but the ghastly horror and humiliation of such experiences gradually, steadily, remorselessly drove even his closest friends away, and his wife. I stuck by him, no matter how exasperating, as I loved the guy and realised what awful trouble he was in. Did my very best to help, but had to watch in dismay as his (rather nice, at one time) life slowly went down the pan, and there was nothing I could really do - only talk, talk and talk.... which just went in one ear and out the other.
He was called Simon... then became 'Simple Simon', then 'Silly Simon' as he was barred from local pubs and became regarded with dread rather than amusement. He was such good, generous company when 'in balance', but those times became fewer and fewer I afraid. In the end it was 'Sad Simon', who ended up in rehab - where he most unfortunately met some most dodgy new friends and aquainances, who effectively bled him dry and cruelly abused his good nature. This is a cautionary tale for you perhaps, though I'm glad to hear you seem to be pretty sensible and 'positive'.... forget my comments about Lithium please, it might do you a great deal of good... what might (ot does) suit ME personally is quite another matter!
I'm quite sure that LSD won't help, remebering poor Simon, he often seemed to be having a terribly bad trip without taking anything at all! The saddest thing of all was that he turned to coke, then crack (fine when grimly depressed, but utterly disastrous when manic!). He was absolutely obsessed with the stuff... but far, far worse, he began taking Heroin to 'take the edge off' (which of course it does, high or low), and became rapidly, hopelessly addicted. He went into rehab for drink, and I suspect he never ever told them about his drug habits - I really don't know? He lived over the road, and when nobody had seen him for a while, and more alarmingly, hadn't heard him on the phone or responded to texts, I thought I'd better go and make sure he was okay (had a spare key,'just in case'). I'm sad to report that the last time I ever saw him was lying on his bed in an advanced state of decomposition... the cops were suspicious and so was I, but he'd simply overdosed on smack. Probably thought he 'deserved a treat', knowing Simon. Two PM's - 'inconclusive', till the tox reports came in months later... then a shroud (NPI!) or secrecy to protect his poor family.
So, whatever happens, however tempting and lovely, please, please don't ever be tempted to go down that road Ahint - the most dangerous, fatal thing about ir is that such drugs will of course temporarily provide relief - but will undoubtedly lead to enormous trouble, misery and probably death. You sound very sensible, find a good doctor, who knows their stuff I reckon, and you will find relief, I'm sure! Didn't mean to depress or frighten you with that tale, just (yet another - groan!) cautionary tale. The very best of luck to you, my love and best wishes!
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Always be cautious of people telling you that you'll "feel nothing" on any particular medication for bipolar. Emotional blunting is definitely a thing, but I'm sure you're away that the point bipolar people are starting from is "enormous emotions too big to fit in our heads". Sometimes a little emotional blunting can be a relief.