People are so easy to share (with me, because my superpower is communication) that they were (KEYWORD!) on antidepressants but the got off of them.
I don’t know if I should complain that you told me and then quickly told me that you got off them OR be happy that you told me you were on antidepressants..
This all coming after I confessed that I’m feeling really depressed and that’s probably why I lost 30 pounds..
Does and has everyone taken antidepressants? And if so WHY ISN’T mental illnesses widely talked about and understand…ed?!
I’m not on antidepressants.
I should be.
I’m not on anything..(well)..but who am I to judge her anyway? Mental illness, whatever face and shape it takes, is real.
Maybe I’m just jealous she got OFF them when some people can never stop taking them, or can’t get them in he first place. ✌🏿
I feel weirder than ever.
I’m tired but yet hype
I’m thinking about things that need to be done, then switching it, switching, forgetting about the it, coming back to it.
I’m feeling my weight loss and I feel like I’m feeling myself too much. Time to get out of control.
I’m doing things I should NOT be doing.
I’m just tired y’all.
Here I am again. Here I am again. Writing on the stupid blog because my fucking brain doesn’t want to cooperate anymore. This is stupid. And everywhere I freaking look there wants to be someone who has killed themselves over mental illness. That has stabbed their children. I don’t know what is going on. I don’t know if the universe is telling me to go stab my child and husband. Or I kill myself. I know it’s not saying that. But what the fuck. I am going crazy and I don’t know how to stop this roller coaster.
PS. I’m not gonna kill my husband child but God dammit.
Why is it…every holiday…I go crazy? Just really insane?
I get really angry and shitty to my family. I withdrew from the world just to pop back into it tomorrow at work.
I am getting tired of exchanging my happiness for this stupid disease. This thing that had a hold on me since the beginning of this blog to now.
I thought I’ve moved on. I thought I could carry on with my life thinking it was just a sad phase. Now that there is a little me in the world and this thing keep popping it’s head up…I have to think that this is forever. Completely. 100%.
I’m tired and pissed that I am doing this again.
my holiday was bad. really bad.
my family made me feel like shit this Christmas, in turn, making me feel like shit the whole weekend. I spent my weekend locked up in my house, on the couch, alone. I didn’t want to see anyone, talk to anyone, hang out, nothing..
i feel bad because i feel like i ruined Christmas but the people around me didn’t care about my feelings at all so my holiday was ruined.
ugh to the people around me.
ugh to the holidays.
ugh to myself for not getting up and leaving this place when i could.
I am rolling! Rolling on the river of SUCKY people around me.
I rolling around wondering that since I don’t really horrible anymore, everyone else is..
People, big wheels keep on turning, and so does problem and this wave that is coming at you.
p.s. i’m sorry i’m so dark, but shit, you should see what’s going on on the other side of the screen…love you all though. hope your well and your mind hasn’t gotten the best of you. fight. fight. fight
I’ve decided to stop my medication. My husband doesn’t think I should. I am on the edge of the line with it. I’m feeling fine, holding down a job and in internship coming up. I think the only thing it helps me with is going to sleep, which i knock out in 10 mins now instead of 100 mins.
I’m feeling okay…
but why do I have the feeling like that’s the glue.
I don’t want everything that I’m doing to be based on medication I take for a disease I can’t help. I have grown, not the meds.
Argh! I don’t know what I need to do, but I may be already leaning to a side..
i just read somewhere that having anger or sad feelings are a normal part of life and that having them shouldn’t make you feel so extreme because they are there and will always be there! You also shouldn’t worry about getting rid of them because they are a normal part of the brain and life.
Maybe My brain is telling me something is coming? Or that something needs to be done. It is right! Something need to be done but not with my feelings, with my life. I don’t know how I’m going to do it but my anger has to be a sign for something inside or out of myself.
I wonder if my mediciation has changed my anger in anyway?
I’m thinking about stopping it…
I love how this song can make me feel like a little 90s kid again..
all cares are away…
dreams are still shining…
I’m going to Harden my Heart
because this mental illness is making me feel really vulnerable and stupid.
I have been jamming to this song because it sums up exactly how I’m feeling..
I made GoodTherapy.org ‘s favorite blog about Bipolar!
Wow! How COOL!!
Here the article and the list of the other bloggers that they love! Connect and love them too!!
Writing is so hard when your feeling good. Nothing comes to you as freely as it did. Now, i’m looking at a keyboard
thinking of thing to write about.
Has my mental illness journey finally stop? I mean they do say, “all good things come to an end”, but I have
something that is helping my mood and stabling my life as much as it can. Shouldn’t I have more information and Ideas to venture??
They never tell you what happens after the storm.
So now, I’m sitting here, typing an excuse of why I don’t have an elaborate, cool, funny entry to give and asking myself:
and did I ever have elaborate, cool, funny entries? I mean…
You wanna hot body..
You wanna better brain…
You wanna stop hurting..
Get to work b*tch…
No seriously, do something about it!