A lot of people have been reaching out to me lately. I'm so grateful to be a safe place for so many.
This is just me. Not every bipolar diagnosed person feels these things. I just want to clear the air on some things you might not realize or know about.
-a poem by Faith
Tomorrow I turn 25. Most people just roll their eyes and say, "shut up Faith, it's not a big deal." For me it is.
As many of you already know, I talk to my cat. A lot. In fact, if I ever do write a book it's probably going to be addressed to my cat. It's just a lot easier for me to talk to Daisy. She doesn't judge me.
I've been depressed. Pretty deeply depressed. The kind where I only leave the house to go to work because I can't even get out of bed. This being said, I haven't had the energy, motivation, or imagination to write a decent blog post for you guys. *CLICK IMAGE FOR FULL BLOG POST*
Thursday, I had what I guess you would call a flare-up of my bipolar, perhaps manic, I'm not completely sure. I woke up extremely irritable. I woke up just not myself at all. I felt like a different person.