Ahh Walmart. The maker and breaker of anxious souls. You go to Walmart, get your shit and make it through without a freakout, you win the round.
Failing looks like leaving your cart in the middle of some random isle, and fighting back tears as you weave your way out of the supercenter empty-handed.
Failing also feels like a low grade fever all over the body, intense fatigue, sting-y, sore muscles that ache and a general feeling of malaise paired with a headache.
I'm so tired of this shit. I've been taking all meds as prescribed, and as per the norm, I've not really noticed much of a difference.
Bipolar is such a fucktarded disorder, nobody knows what to do with it. Doctor's just go through a list anybody could check off of meds the "might help". What are all these "random medication tries" doing to my brain?
Yesterday, I read that a bipolar person's temporal lobe loses grey matter every time you have an episode, whether it be manic or depressive.
So does that mean I'm getting dumber every time I have an episode?
Also, the fact that manic and depressive episodes aren't considered equally as important upsets me. The reason is because your mania gets on other people's nerves and your depression just ruins you alone. Slowly.
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| Me in Mania. I look normal, don't I? ha, wrong fuckers. |
The truth is, before long you don't remember who you used to be or what you wanted before bipolar came into your life.