Posts tagged psychosis
Confessions of the mentally ill.
We are in this together
I live in a bubble.
A small bubble that is slowly making it hard for me to breath.
Day by day, the bubble gets smaller and smaller
I see something far away but reachable.
I hold onto it and never let go.
I’m pretty cool myself and my bipolar is a fundamental part of who I am. It makes me empathetic and resilient and creative and brave. Yes, I’ve faced very dire consequences as a result of my condition, but I would never wish it away. It is part of who I am. And I love myself.
The world is moving forward while I am still struggling to make the first step.
I realized just trying to make the first step takes strength and willpower.
Dear World,
Thanks for fucking with me.
Thanks family, friends, strangers, professionals, and society for putting me down.
Making me cut.
Making me depressed.
Making me fucking bipolar.
Causing my eating disorder.
Causing my psychosis.
You know what?
I’m glad you fucked me over.
Now I know what I can handle.
I know what I’m worth.
I know the strength I have.
Your discouragement made me fucking stronger.
Thanks.
Sincerely,
The girl you thought you fucked over.
With strength and power, we can see the real beauty the world has in store for us.
Let’s begin by taking the first step to cross that bridge. That bridge to recovery.
-bipolar bear.
Wish you lovely people the best Christmas Eve, Christmas day, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa. Bless.
Everyone of you deserve the best and nothing less.
Don’t ever let the holidays get to you.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you you aren’t worth it.
Don’t wish that 2012 will be better for you, just believe that this moment, this second, your change starts now.
When the clock hits 2012, there will be no change unless you take the first step to make this change.
Good luck.
Sincerely,
bipolar bear.
