People constantly joke about being bipolar. I don’t like it. If they really suffered from it, they would see that it is not a joke. It is not funny at all.
I can’t decide what is worse, the manic episodes or the deep dark depression that I feel after it.
Friday-Sunday was an insane, over the top, incredibly wild time. I was overly manic. I couldn’t even sleep. My body was exhausted but I just wanted to keep going. The high I felt was amazing. My mind just does that. Inside I knew that this was bad. I had not had an episode like that in a long time. Everything just went downhill after Sunday. Today the depression that I feel is like no other. I just want to crawl away and just disappear. The sorrow I feel is unbearable. I don’t like this at all. I am tired. I could just sleep an entire 24 hours. I just don’t want to move.
Why would anyone WANT to be bipolar? Why would anyone joke about such a serious thing? I don’t understand it.
I wish this was over. I wish this was done. I wish I didn’t have this.