I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t be writing this at all but I’m like a little time bomb. I blow up and then everything’s better. I can’t blow up by myself. It doesn’t work. Enjoy.
I f ing hate this disease. It’s not an illness it’s a disease. Cancer is an illness. Cancer, you sit there. You have cancer. You try to fight it or accept it depending on what stage it’s in. Everyone suffers with you. They’re sitting by you bed while you sit there quietly.
Sza is a f ing disease. I’m sitting here, I don’t even know what my feelings are. I fell out of love with C. Or is it just the lithium? What the ■■■■. I’ve been like this before. I don’t love you. I do love you. Now I know in my heart of hearts that’s what’s I want, to be alone. No. Deep in my heart I feel intense love for you. Now I don’t love you. When with this ■■■■■■■ ■■■■ end?
How in the HELL am I suppose to function like this?! I know I’ve had it peachy compared to most people on this site (I was caught day one but I have been suicidal since birth almost) but COME ON. How can I look him in the face and tell him I don’t love him (I did, but not in so many words and he understands what I’m going through). I would rather see visions than have this happen. He is my shining star. My fuzzy caterpillar. What the HELL?
I know it might not be my medication, I know it must not be because of the depth of my feelings but how in the hell am I supposed to make choices with this ■■■■ going on? Give me hallucinations. Please. Let the walls melt and the floor turn into cockroaches. Please. Just don’t take away what’s best in my life.
Ironically I’m getting along better with my parents. My brain likes them now more than I like Creighton. I’ve loved him for five years now. I’m stable in every other way on lithium. I’ve stopped being suicidal, I’ve stopped having hypo mania, I just can’t stand this hell. It used to be I would look at everyone and feel warmly towards them. You know. We’re all living beings. What a sweet old lady with her cart. I bet that teenager is talking to her boyfriend, oh young love! Oh wow, he must be a busy dad with four kids. I wonder if those are all his.
And now, nothing. I feel nothing for other people. It’s a chore to pick up the phone when my friend L calls and I haven’t really thought about going to see my friend K. (She lives in the same city my doctors are). I’m just happy moodily rereading books. Happy isn’t the right word but it will do there. Feeling less. I feel feeling less when I read. It used to be I loved to follow the story and the characters but now it seems sorta passionless. I have no where to go, nothing to do. I can’t get a car even though I’m ready to drive so I can’t get a job (there are no jobs in my city).
When I’m not feeling less I’m angsty. Do I love him? No, I don’t love him. How do I get out of this? What happens if it turns out I do love him but I pushed him away? What if I’m getting rid of the best part of me?
He loves me in a way that no one else ever has. He had shown such care and love to me.
Sza is a disease and cancer is an illness because, as I said with cancer they’re sitting right there next to you, consoling you. With sza they don’t even have that comfort. You’re spitting mad at them. You hate them. You wish they would just leave you alone but you love them. They’re trying to kill you. You have to get away. You can’t so you come out swinging.
Cancer at least lets you hug them back. Sza makes you try to bite their ear off.
Or maybe it trick you into thinking you love someone.
How can I do this? How can I live like this?
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plus every day out makes me proud of myself and I try to regain confidence.