I woke up at 4 am and almost immediately my thoughts started to race.
Marie F. shared her story with us earlier today so that I could share it with you.
Tips on how to deal with a loved one who is Bipolar.
Throughout life, we experience so many different things and learn so many different lessons
I am learning to love my good days and not break down as badly on my bad days.
I recently just posted the first poem I have written in almost a year and have to say, it actually felt good to get back into poetry and release some emotion in a healthy way.
Christmas is a little over a week away. I still have some gift shopping to do. I am going to try my hardest to enjoy Christmas since that has always been my favorite holiday.
Christmas is the best time of year, but it’s also very stressful.
I just kept thinking about Max and about how much I really miss the little guy.
I am still wondering if I will ever get over the chaos that certain people instilled in me.
Between my family ditching me and then stealing my dog, the m/c, my mom putting my childhood dog down without them telling me or even asking me if I wanted to see him one last time, and everything else, I don’t want to do this anymore; I don’t know if I am strong enough to be able to do this anymore. But I guess I have to be.
What do I do from here?
I am always looking at the negatives and tend to overlook the positives.
I can’t believe everything that I have been through this year. It’s so surreal. Trying to think back to everything that’s happened feels hazy. Like I cannot even trust my own perception of time.
This is my family, the people who are supposed to love me unconditionally obviously love me conditionally or no longer love me at all, in general.
“…Seriously though, I really do hate everything about you. As much as I hate you though, I feel obligated to love you.”
I have always been the bad one. The irresponsible one. The black sheep of the family. The one who’s always wrong. There is absolutely no point in me trying to defend myself or to speak my words. This is past words. This is dysfunctional and irreversibly broken right now.
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