I am sitting at my computer today doing homework. Almost done with this damn degree, three fukkin months left.
I just started following a newer blogger, you should check her out here (She’s awesome!)
I noticed since I came back that a lot of the writers I used to read have disappeared. I guess I did as well for a while too.
I am reading through her blog and crying with each one. So many of the stories here are so similar to mine. It hurts my heart to see others going through what I have and knowing there is not a DAMN thing we can do about it.
At least I know that I am not alone in my pain and struggles. Doesn’t make it hurt any less, almost more knowing that regardless taking medication…not taking medication…trying different ones…it still does not matter because this is always going to be that skeleton in the closet that is NOT always in the closet.
It comes out whenever it feels like it. Sometimes I get a few months break. Sometimes longer. But it always comes back.
Does that make being bipolar the mental equivalent of herpes? lol