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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
Literature
You're Not Dead Yet.
You have been called "ugly."
You have been called "weak."
You have been called a "failure."
You have been called all of these things.
But at least you're not dead yet.
You've still got your life ahead of you.
You've still got all these years to cherish.
You've still got a lot to live for.
You might be on life support...
...but you're not dead yet.
All these years you spent in isolation.
All these years you hide away somewhere dark.
All this time you think about the odds.
But even while that appears to be the case,
You're not dead yet.
You have cancer in your whole body.
You have mesothelioma and bronchitis.
You have six days left to live.
Literature
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!
Literature
This Thing We Call Depression
There's a story I'd like to tell,
A story of a girl who was diagnosed.
Diagnosed with a terrifying thing,
Something that would threaten her life for years to come.
Something that she could never escape,
No matter how she ran,
No matter how she struggled.
This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl,
Although, not surprising at all.
The symptoms had swallowed her for days,
Weeks,
Months.
Months of this thing inside of her.
This thing that we call
Depression.
There are people who tell her,
"You're only sad."
However, that isn't the case.
See, she was never diagnosed with sadness.
Everyone knows sadness.
She was never diagnosed with emo
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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......