I drank too much coffee this morning. I danced around to music. Did sun salutations. I’ve been going from happy to sad to happy to blissful. I think it’s called rapid cycling. I recall at a wedding, I was so messed up for no reason I was crying. I feel like I have to justify myself and my emotions to people too much. It’s hard having schizophrenia but it’s also hard to be bipolar because people will call you a bitch or act like you are whining. It’s hurtful. The amount of self control I have to sustain…not to be compulsive or borderline or obsessive or just dive head first.
Bipolar depression is traumatic, mania is traumatic. It drains and exhausts people. And you know taking drugs can induce all sorts of symptoms it’s not smart. Really, if my mom can be this way from doing nothing then. Ok one minute I feel awesome, but I’m not used to this it overwhelms me I want to control it myself too, but I think sedation is a nice alternative to extreme euphoria or a lack of sense. It’s not that I’m stupid or reckless. I have severe Bipolar and I didn’t even know I did until recently.
I’ll never take drugs. Legal highs are the worst for you. Like sniffing poppers or smoking ■■■■ spice…which both can cause heart attacks. Made to stand trial as a witness. Feeling like I can’t say anything because I’m not sure what to say anymore. I blocked and ended my relationship with someone and all his friends because of it. He was the one who ended our friendship.
And opiates work for me why because I have nerve pain and ptsd so ■■■■ that if someone wants to judge why I would ever try a pain pill. It helps me but ■■■■ them for not prescribing it to me. If I wasn’t treated like a potential drug-abuser it might help me with my low self esteem. I mean does it matter? I have serious serious pain, nerve pain, tinnitus since I was 12. I never abused drugs until after the illness had been present for 5 years or so, but I don’t have an extensive history. I smoked weed since I was 21, I’m now 26. I don’t get sick like I used to. weed helped me overcome some things, but not enough. I need actual medicine. I need something to help me with the depression, pain, fatigue, adhd.
It’s not helping to be told to get over it while no one cares enough to help me. Money doesn’t solve ■■■■. ■■■■■■■ do something to help me.
I’m not a plastic doll. I’m not here for people to toy with or tease or abuse. I’m not here to be looked down on.
I was thinking about how great it would be if I had enough dignity to go into one, but the idea of being stripped into a gown, walked through a hospital blazes through my notion of security. I was already poked with effing toothpicks when I almost died. People don’t have compassion enough to care for the sick. We are a deeply disturbed race of creatures, and I must not be normal because most people don’t see in more than one direction.
Things break and you can’t always fix them. But life is not a thing…and you can evolve out of this experience.