yesterday i was feeling great or so i thought. I went to my other job bounced off the walls and went home had lots of sex with my boyfriend. I even took my medicine. Then I woke up and the nightmare resumes. That's the thing I hate about this the up and down. Why can't I just be like that all the time. Happy, engertic, multitasker, all those ( Read more... )

so earilier I was i guess just letting everyone know about me and how I got here. Right now I'm feeling very manicy which is not good because I'm at work. People seem to get anoyed so I decided to sit down and write. In the hospital everyone (all the therapist) were talking about how it effects other people and how I should try to control it. But ( Read more... )

I'm going to take a deep breath and just begin to write. Writing has always been an escape for me. I write poems about the darkside of me that I let very few people see. I write stories about characters that live out the lives and fantsays that I wish I could. I had what I guess could only be called a psycotic episode two weeks ago. I set ( Read more... )