#bipolar2

[grotesque-yandearest]

having bipolar 2, bpd, and PTSD and trying to fit in with groups of people is one of the hardest things i have to do in my life. it’s impossible to talk about myself because my life and mind are both so fucked up that literally nobody neurotypical is able to relate to me in any way. i can’t make friends and the ones i do make, i just end up ruining eventually through manic/euphoria episodes and substance control issues. it’s a never ending cycle where im reminded im truly alone and shouldn’t be around other people

[depthsoftheabyss]

Why do I feel Ike this always happens to me . Yet again I'm put in a cruel position of seeing much bullshit and realizing nobody really likes me , I'm like a piece to a game I don't know about .

[digimontism]

When times is hard (and you might just be autistic anyway, I'm on a diagnosis adventure). Resold this friend and I'm happy someone snapped him up so fast, I hope they get so many hugs. I put a little sparkly ribbon bow around his neck :')

[transvegansurvivor]

[hypomanicdaydream]

I wish I could be more open about having bipolar disorder.

I wish it would make people understand.

I'm not stumbling over my words for fun. I take medication that evens my moods, but at the cost of my brain taking like 30 seconds to load before I can speak coherently. And if I don't let it, nonsense comes out.

I'm sorry about that. I can be mildly offensive when I can't get my words out right. And then, because Bipolar disorder is like 60% mood disorder and 40% embarrassment and anxiety, I sit there thinking about how I could have said it if my brain didn't take half a minute to buffer.

But nobody would understand that if I told them. All they would hear is "bipolar" which equates to "crazy" which equates to "dangerous," and nobody wants that.

[magdalenaquinn]

I broke down today. I guess my soul needed a good purging cry. I was doing so well. It had to come to an end. I hope this now weeks long down cycle soon goes away. I just want to wake up and not be sad for that day

[lordbeebrain]

“Veni, Vidi, Discessi.”

-Anxiety Disorder Motto

(I came, I saw, I left. 💀)

[u-inspired-me]

When I first started talking to my therapist, I told her about the voices in my head constantly telling me to kill my self. Over and over it was a mantra that just kept repeating at the most random times. The first time it happened, it brought me to my knees in a sobbing fit. Then eventually, I just started feeling a bit numb to these thoughts. So when they come, I’m just like “oh this again”. I never made legitimate plans to kill myself, I don’t think I actually want to, but the thoughts are randomly persistent.

She told me that these thoughts are just telling her how much pain I’m in. But we never talked about those thoughts again and I wonder if she forgot because she’s always so overly happy when I tell her I’m traveling and seeing different places, as if I don’t lay in bed at night with these thoughts plaguing my mind.