I've always wanted to write, but writing about my experiences was nothing I was really into. But lately I've been thinking more like my normal self: assertive, high functioning even though I'm still cycling pretty rapidly tbh.
So. Are the medications we are given as bipolar one patients supposed to transfer emotional pain to physical pain?
Because that's what I've noticed. Physically, I fall behind when I shouldn't, but I don't get sad. I don't get that horrible sad worse than death feeling of truly being alone in the world my biggest nightmare, until it finally came true.
If you want to read some wicked fucked up short stories about my life, the shit I have witnessed that has changed me, keep reading. I have nothing else to lose, but one thing I won't do is shut the fuck up.
Respectfully,
AK
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