#bipolarasfuck

[bipolarasfuck]

I am trying with all my strength to hold on to something that keeps me positive, but I feel that I am falling again, to that deep and dark place, maybe tomorrow or in a moment more I will not feel it, but that emotion of sadness is more constant , and I feel like a robot when I'm in front of people, nothing comes out of my mouth, and when I try to speak, it doesn't come out right. I feel like my bipolar disorder is kicking in again, I don't know how to hold on to the idea of loving myself anymore, but I'll keep working... I promise.

[ittakesrain]

Here we have some pics that give me the fall vibe I’m so desperately craving, like please, I want to wear a beanie, I just want to comfortably wear a beanie hat. How else will people know I’m bi. Bisexual that is. They’ll know I’m bipolar by reading the bullshit woe-is-me garbage I’ve been scribbling all throughout this ✨moody✨ week lol. For real tho like it truly Boggles The Mind that you can pick two different but consecutive days this week and had you spoken to me or looked at me or been in a somewhat close proximity to me, you’d assume I was two different people. Or possessed. Wild. #bipolarasfuck #bipolarlife 🙄✨🌤️ Anyway. My mood is average for now. I’m irritable but only like a 2 out of 5, although 𝟒𝟔 minutes ago it was, um, higher than that. I can’t focus for shit, which is lovely for someone who can literally only go up but, hahah, isn’t. 🫠 No no okay all honesty I had a pumpkin spice latte this morning and I have 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 fall candles lit. So who can complain 🌻🕯️🍁🍂✨ #photodump #fall #fallaesthetic #pumpkinspicelatte #pumpkinspicelatte #iwantfallweather #iwantfall #autumn #thefiveminutejournal #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthmatters #mentalhealthblogger #bipolarawareness #mixedmania https://www.instagram.com/p/Cix4WDouZof/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[twerkineyesnicole]

Some days I'm just down, but it sure does feel good outside today. #brokendreams #bipolarawareness #bipolardisorder #bipolarasfuck #poeticdreams #poetonpaper #poetsofinstagram #poetforlife #poeticlife #poetry #poetryoflife #poetryofinstagram #gettingitoutthere #thingswillgetbetter https://www.instagram.com/p/B0UU0NVgVBU/?igshid=bjqra3226qy0

[sayydeerayyy]

Beyond repair.

My mind is like a lost child. It screaming. Its crying. Its begging someone to find me and make things okay. But nothing is okay. My anxiety, depression, and bipolar are the worst they have been in years. My mother has cancer. My boyfriend is in end stage renal failure. My life is busy. I have no friends. I miss so many people that I'm not aloud to miss. My heart hurts. My "best friend" wont talk to me cuz hes too busy. My friends consist of my exs who I adore but sometimes people dont understand that. Im broken. I hurt. I cry. I push everyone away. I lose my mind. I sleep a lot. I'm on the verge of losing my job. I cant focus. I can't do anything anymore. And of I do, I'm mean, I'm crabby, I'm just flat out awful to be around. Im beyond repair and this time I feel it in every inch of my body. All I want is my mom healthy and happy. And I cannot do that and its destroying me. I just want someone to save me for once. But please save her first. I need her. Shes my whole entire world ❤

[fullmetalattackonsoulsocie-blog1]

My personality ranges from being "sie sind das essen und wir sind die jaeger" to "kiss kiss fall in love"

[poop-on-toast]

I thought Fridays were meant to be good days? Bipolar as fuck today judge me idec

29th November 2013 5:18pm Friday. I never expected that she would do that stuff. I never thought she felt that way. But I guess the ones we least expect to do them kind of things or to feel them kind of ways are the ones who always seem to get to the point that they do those things to themselves and they feel that way even though it looks like they smile and have the time of their life but deep down is the dark blackness of a hole that gets deeper and wider everyday but they lock it up, cover up the evidence, paint on the mask that covers up the face of all hate. They can look like a rainbow of spirt,light and bight vibrancy on the outside to others but to themselves they will always feel like that one dark contrast that they are. And the days when they forget to put the other person on in the morning they just pass by like a shadow on the wall changing directions and shapes as the time changes of that day. They be unnoticed surrounded by rivers of fakers who all look the same to her but her path way is a clear road she walks down on her own as the rivers break path for her to walk through. As the rivers crash and collide into one another she enters a stream that takes her away. Her veins are the streams she travels along. The rivers of blood she slides along, and as it pours out the less she thinks about her existence, the less she cares about the sentiments, she closes her eyes and lets the rivers pour and take her home as the time passes the smile starts to stick on her real face, time doesn't heal wounds, wounds heal time. Heal 3: to free from evil; cleanse; purify: to heal the soul.