Here I go again. Another rant. It's been a very rough and stressful week. I am pulling my hair out with worry over several crises. And I find myself feeling alone. My worries have gone unacknowledged. Those important to me seem not to apprciate what I am facing. I have previously pointed to the fact that as I am bipolar my anxieties are being dicounted as just needless worrying.

However the good news is I have won some battles against my anxieties these last two days. I have stood my ground. I have called out those family and aquaintances that have been shrugging off my worries.

In particular I have garnered the courage to put my boyfriend on the spot and let him know my feelings and that he has been out of line. I have told him his lax attitude and failure to take my health crisis seriously has been hurtful and inconsiderate. That while yes he has his own upsetting things to deal with his failure to acknowledge mine has been inappropriate.

There. I said it.

It terrified the you know what out of me but I did it.