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No real promise for today other than the fact that i will live through it. Another day of H***. Lights flashing this morning. That's always a sign of a "great" day. I'm sure to visit one pole or the other when that happens. I tell my team about the lights and the spots and the neon ropes, and the dark blobs that are in my path and they dismiss them. They are no better than my mom was when i was a teenager and reached out to her then. I know what i see. Told the case worker through my insurance company's mental health division. Called them floaters. Physical, not mental. OK whatever. I'm up and moving but my mind is in bed. Lights are too bright. Wishes that rhyme with the location of my mind. That is all.
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"I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then." ~Lewis Carroll Bipolar I PTSD |
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I'm sorry you're having a tough day and I'm sorry your team isn't listening to you. I hope you made it through the day. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
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Of course it is happening inside your head. But why on earth should that mean that it is not real? -Albus Dumbledore That’s life. If nothing else, that is life. It’s real. Sometimes it f—-ing hurts. But it’s sort of all we have. -Garden State |
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Thanks, I feel a little better this morning. Maybe, I am headed for middle ground. Let's hope so.
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"I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then." ~Lewis Carroll Bipolar I PTSD |
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