I hate bipolar. I hate the feeling of slipping, of knowing a crash is coming, but not knowing exactly when or how hard the crash is going to be.

I've been walking around for a week now with tears coursing down my cheeks. I'll get through this, I know I will. There are good moments even during these bad days, so I grab for them.

I know this is a lot of grief still coming back to me, and that I will continue to grieve so long as I grieve. I do not know when it will be better.

It's said that time heals all wounds. When?? How long must I wait??

But....dammit....quit ambushing me, bipolar!!!!