Crash and burn

What goes up, must come down.

My fun hypomanic episode has come to an end.

It had to of course, but I’m seriously bummed.

I hate depression.

The hopelessness and the feeling that it’s never going to end, even though I know realistically that it will.

I’m just tired of the ride.

People say that if there was a magic pill for curing bipolar they wouldn’t take it. I am not in that camp.

I’d sign up for it faster than the speed of light.

I do not love living with this illness. It doesn’t improve my life. There are things about it that probably make me a better person, and for that I’m grateful. I mean, I am more empathetic and more compassionate I guess.

I still would take the pill.

I am over this.

I hate the depression so much. So much. I have to keep my feet on the ground though because I am not going back to another psych unit in the near future.

Man that sucked.

I am just sad.

I’ll figure it out.

Image from somewhere. I posted it earlier on my blog.

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