I'm not really one to air on the side of caution
But eveything you've put me through
Has changed everything forever
It's not fair I'm burdened by your memory
I'll never forgive you for that
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Mental Health musings
Since getting my bi-polar 2 diagnosis, I have been trying to learn more about myself in order to prevent the extremity of the manic ups and depressive downs. Sometimes, though, there's just nothing in the world that can save me. My body and disorder are going to team up with circumstances and poverty and even the GOOD things, like my awesome-ly completed, highly anticipated presentation. All those things will get together and just go, "LET'S FUCK WITH HER, SHALL WE?"
I was elated yesterday. I was in a creative mania for about four days prior. It was aaaaaaall going good. My period snuck up on me but I foolishly thought to myself, "Look! I'm on my period and it's not even a thing! Look at me being normal!"
Then I finished the presentation. Then the holiday box I got from the food pantry I waited 3 weeks for did not have the things it said it should contain. Then the adrenaline and endorphin crash.
And on a perfectly normal Tuesday, after having set my resolve last night to soldier on about the holiday meal and dive into my other creative writing endeavors I was so excited to....
Melt down. Tears this morning. Despair. Anger.
I feel angry at MYSELF???? Like its my fault. Like I could have done something different. I kept up my sleep hygiene for the most part, I stayed hydrated and ate decently. I got my presentation done BEFORE I walked in to do it. I finished and posted a chapter of Getting Ahead. I didn't drink (52 days today). I got my Spawn to school and took care of her like a good mom. I took my meds. It's never gonna be enough, is it?
I just wish that if I knew that was the case, I could be less awful to myself about it. And I guess this is what they mean when you have a mood disorder and you learn to embrace yourself. What the fuck man.
(The meal thing will be resolved. No one's going without in my house this holiday. I just wish the food pantry would have done what they said they were going to do, not said they were going to do one thing and were like "oops, you're poor, be happy with this".)
If you're sensitive about issues of poverty, you can block the #poverty hashtag.
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“Until I realized that rock music was my connection to the rest of the human race, I felt like I was dying, for some reason, and I didn’t know why.”
Bruce Springsteen
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I've been sitting on this thought. What is the meaning of my life. Not of life in general but why am I here. I mean I can go weeks being completely numb cause of my bipolar 2. And my depression is all over the place. I haven't felt whole in forever and to me the numbness never completely disappears. Honestly don't know what the fuck im doing at this point. I don't do anything with my fucking life. I sit in my room and rot I'm such a waist of organs.
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i hate this
im in the middle of a depression state, and to make things worse I my period came yesterday
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Maybe I'm not who I'm supposed to be
Are these the wrong ones I hold close to me?
Can I count on them emotionally?
If I can't find myself, who did they meet?
Have you felt like you don't know who your are?
Is this my brain, is this my body, is this my heart?
Are these thoughts we have really ours?
Are they just chemical reactions like the stars?
Are these people the ones we love?
Are these enemies the ones we hate?
Do these emotions belong to us?
Do these emotions belong to fate?
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Its 8:06 am I have not gone to sleep so instead I'm taking a bath while eating tator tots listening to AO3 fanfictions ( on youtube) of a fandom I'm obsessed in the dark with only one candle going.....
Good times
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