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Sometimes I am very happy
I feel so anxious
I feel that i can do things that sound impossible
I feel so imperative that costs me a lot relax me
Sometimes I feel very depressed
I feel so empty and lost
My brain just tells me to kill myself and that hurt me
I feel so tired that I can hardly get out of my bed
And the only thing I can say is I'm sorry
I'm sorry to be a burden to all
I'm sorry to be so irritable
I'm sorry to hurt myself
I'm sorry to be me
I'm sorry to hurt my family, friends, etc.
But this is not my fault
All this is because of my illness
I'm not a monster
I'm not crazy
I'm not a freak
I'm just ill
I feel so anxious
I feel that i can do things that sound impossible
I feel so imperative that costs me a lot relax me
Sometimes I feel very depressed
I feel so empty and lost
My brain just tells me to kill myself and that hurt me
I feel so tired that I can hardly get out of my bed
And the only thing I can say is I'm sorry
I'm sorry to be a burden to all
I'm sorry to be so irritable
I'm sorry to hurt myself
I'm sorry to be me
I'm sorry to hurt my family, friends, etc.
But this is not my fault
All this is because of my illness
I'm not a monster
I'm not crazy
I'm not a freak
I'm just ill
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Fake
How are you?
I am fine, thank you.
Stop lying…
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
Yeah, of course I am fine.
No I’m not I am in so much pain….
Can you imagine being alone?
No, that would be horrible!
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Bipolar Disorder
Dear everybody,
I’m not just moody.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I don’t choose to have this unbearable depression,
Where I sob uncontrollably and the most unpredictable times.
A sadness that paints your entire mind,
And drips
Down into your soul.
And you don’t know when it’s suddenly going to
Change.
Change, from being a terrifying unhappiness,
To being such a fantastic happiness
So spectacular,
That you can’t even connect your thoughts with your own brain.
Where you challenge the world,
Because you feel bigger than a speck of dust for
The first time in your
Life.
And then?
It changes.
It changes from being such an
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Depression...
No, depression is not just getting sad.
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Ignorant people.
Just.
Like.
You.
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Well friends today I bring this small literature, during these days eh been reading about bipolar disorder and I wanted to write like a bipolar person feels.
The truth bipolar disorder and schizophrenia are almost similar so based on what I feel
The truth bipolar disorder and schizophrenia are almost similar so based on what I feel
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Bueno amigos hoy les traigo esta pequeña pero gran literatura que yo escribe, durante estos dias eh estado leyendo sobre el trastorno bipolar y quize escribir como se siente una persona bipolar. La verdad el trastorno bipolar y la esquizofrenia son casi similares asi que me base en como yo me siento
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Ok fuck.
Pretty hard to write this shit, even when i am drunk as fuck right now. So if you see typos, keep them!
I always thought what i have are phases, hurting myself, when i am feeling down, and feeling high on life on other days.
But your text told me something.....
It hurts, seeing every sentence, pointing directly at me. Laughing at me, saying: "yes this is you, but don't worry. You are fine."
I know, it's fucking 2019 by now and you won't probably reply by now, but i had to get this off my chest....
I'm fine......
Pretty hard to write this shit, even when i am drunk as fuck right now. So if you see typos, keep them!
I always thought what i have are phases, hurting myself, when i am feeling down, and feeling high on life on other days.
But your text told me something.....
It hurts, seeing every sentence, pointing directly at me. Laughing at me, saying: "yes this is you, but don't worry. You are fine."
I know, it's fucking 2019 by now and you won't probably reply by now, but i had to get this off my chest....
I'm fine......