It's been beyond rough since grandpa passed. My work slashed my hours and they put me back on Lithium. The doctor seems to focus on my Bipolar. The nights are long and sleepless and the days are just blank and flat. Nothing I once loved makes me happy anymore. I worry about the peaks and trench I've dug myself into. I'm so sensitive to every look and people make me so nervous that I avoid them. I don't have very many friends because of my Borderline.