I really hate being Bipolar sometimes. The only two things I like about it is the creativity and the manic highs when you feel like you are on top of the world.
I just need to vent. It’s but such an irritating morning and it has only just begun. I didn’t get to sleep until close to 6 something in the morning and was rudely around 8 am to the very annoying sounds of water dripping. Let me just say that it is not raining outside but more so inside my apartment.
This is procrastination at it’s finest.
So, I have come to the conclusion that I am in a mixed bipolar episode, yet again. For like the millionth time in my life. At first, I couldn’t figure out why I would be up and down at the same time totally. I have manic and depression […]
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.
It’s like I have two sides of me; a happy side and a depressed side, and they happen to be stuck together right now. Or it’s more like good vs. bad internally.
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.