I am aware that this is a very “bipolar” Bipolar blog (I’m allowed to say that because I am Bipolar)
what I mean is that I know that one minute I’m calling it not a disorder and then I’m using words like illness and disorder
and I know I go on about missing mania and talking about gifts and blessings of this
and the fun
but I also talk about the deep hell of it
and yeah just everything
sigh
and right now…though my “mood” is fine…I find myself holding the reality
that
this shit can kill us
that it does kill some of us
that it destroys stuff
that it is a big fucking deal
and it makes me really sad
and i don’t want to get all religious but i don’t know another way to say something like
god bless every single one of you
like really and truly
really really really and truly truly truly
i’m just sitting here staring at the screen with my head in my hands
no words
Thank you, honey, for writing this.
retweeted….of course.
XO
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You’re welcome of course and thank you and thank you again.
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Those words were perfect. Thank you ❤️
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Of course. Anytime. 🙂
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Yes this shit really does take us to the f*cking cleaners. I lost 2 best mates that suffered from depression one deffo bi-polar. They were two of three brothers. I have a mate in the UK that continually battles the big D. Honestly I don’t know how he does it but he’s back in there every day swinging back. I listen to and soak up your words >> oh, and thanks for your blessings mate. Have a chilled out and don’t give a f*ck Sunday.
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Ha. I love that. Chilled out don’t give a fuck days are kinda awesome.
and that is all very sobering….very
you’ve seen a lot.
thanks for adding that here.
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Maybe possible for a chilled out and dont give a fuck week to follow ha ha
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