I ended up burning all my old journals. I would reread them and feel the same way. One day, I was reading them and realized I'm almost intentionally setting myself up to relive my past... Why would I want to do that?
I collected everything and burned it all excluding some poems I really liked. I actually felt.... Relived.

Now when I'm feeling terrible, I write it all out in my notes app on my phone then delete it. I feel much better after I write and I don't have access to read the terrible emotions I was trying to get myself out of. Because if I reread them...I'll feel what my words portray. Pain.

If I write something I feel I'd want to read to my T, I'll email it to myself then delete it from my phone. I hardly write about the good times.

If you want me to be honest, with bipolar you live for today. The downs we feel tomrrow, will be felt again. It's an illness and it goes up then comes back down.

Trippin's post was dead on.