I have obviously struggled with my mental health. If you’ve read this far, you know that to be almost more than true. Well, I found out recently that I was misdiagnosed with Bipolar 2 and actually have 1, which is way worse.
That being said, I have been severely struggling. It has caused issues in my relationship, my job, and my life in its entirety. I don’t want to go back to the hospital. It’s gross and scary and so invasive. And every time I go all I want to do is help people. WHY? Why can’t I just help myself for once, christ.
The good side of things is: I am way more productive, I’m interested in all of my hobbies again, I’m actually reaching out to people.
The bad side of things is: I am have racing thoughts nearly constantly, pain in my chest, brain fog, random feelings of grandeur, no sleep, no food. Ugh.
It’s like a spider web and I’m caught in the middle.
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