The future remains an unprinted page whereupon there are no answers.
You think you have The Beast sealed under a layer of concrete, but the covering proves to be no stronger than a sheet.
Two doses of Xanax in succession seem to have brought me out of the mania.
The signs are clear: combativeness, difficulty dealing with difficult people, the color red seems unusually intense, and a slight shaking that no one can see but I can sense.
What could they have said to a raging bullshit artist?
Let this be written for those who come after and those who live now so that they may understand.
I realized my cause was so hopeless that not even St. Jude could fix it even if I visited a church in his name every day for a hundred years.
I live with bipolar disorder and one of my symptoms is grandiosity.
Difficult to end when I am feeling stable but energized and impossible when I am manic, InterNet disputes are a drug of choice for me. I just ended an exchange that went on for over an hour with someone on Facebook. She would not stop and neither would I. It seemed to me that no […]
I seem to accrue more and more diagnoses to cover my symptoms.
“There are certain difficult things that I need to do,” I told my therapist, “but I can’t do them now because I would enjoy them just too much.”