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Bipolar Disorder

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AndreaSemiramis

Published: Nov 27, 2013

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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

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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

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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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TAsFEagleclaw

Jan 2, 2019

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......

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