It has been so long since I have written anything, I had started a few times but not even halfway through whatever I was writing about I would have a huge blowout (ANGER) and like always, after doing so I would go into my bedroom and retreat into one of the darkest, most dangerous places I could go (inside my own head).
What goes up, must come down can easily define Bipolar Disorder. Meaning, after every high — or manic episode — a low is sure to follow.
*Trigger Warning* | These feelings bubble to the surface again | And I can’t help but to feel | Like my razor is my only friend…
I don’t know how to fight back right now.
Ever since Monday night…
Feelings of hurt or anger can be some of the most difficult to face.
This is a bittersweet tragedy. I gained back what I wanted, which was my life back, but I ended up losing something in the process. One step forward, two steps back.
I keep bouncing in between feeling hurt and sad to feeling extremely angry regarding the current predicament that I find myself in.
Can I just start over? Make a fresh start, and forget everything that has happened to me since August.