Overwhelmed at work, overwhelmed at home. No rest for the weary. I feel like I'm falling apart and can't get a moment of quiet. Negativity pulses through my mind and there seems to be no end to it;
I'm really nearing the end of my rope.
I wake up every day waiting for bedtime.
I wait all week for the weekend, and on the weekend, I can't wait to get away and go back to work. Work and home are both equally stressful.
It's a ****** cycle. I've always considered myself to be a high-functioning Bipolar I. I have a family and responsibilities, but I really don't feel appreciated. Maybe I'm asking for too much. Maybe I'm just a malcontent.

I'm trapped inside and I feel like I need to burst...like my brain is a cyst that needs ruptured.

I can't seem to cope with life in a normal or healthy manner. When I can't cope, I usually take Xanax (sometimes w/Alcohol) and smoke myself into a stupor with weed. Cutting when things really get to be too much. I'm really hurting right now and need to vent.