I was finally feeling more like a human being and less like a bipolar person. I got back on track with getting back to work. I have been faithfully taking medication. I had my first real week of good feelings. And then she came.

A friend that continuously points the finger at me and tells me where I have fallen short. She expects me to dote on her like a high school friend would. and has no respect that this was the toughest patch in my life. She took my good day and made it a bad one.

I never get things right. I am the reason everything falls apart. I am the monster that doesnt change what needs to be changed for her to be happy.

I am the monster.