Sixty seven. This is my sixty seventh post to this blog and I thought I would have had this “blogging thing” down by now. But no. It’s confusing, yet intriguing. It’s helpful to my bipolar, yet not at the same time. I don’t enjoy reliving the past through these God awful memories, but it’s supposed…
Tag: bipolar
Home, Sweet Home
As most of you who have read my blog know, I am dating my ex-fiance, Diego. I have made various posts about him and I’s story of how we met, became boyfriend and girlfriend, fell in love, moved in together, I cheated, we broke up, I moved out, I moved back in, we worked things…
The Beginning of a Depression
All good things must come to an end, I suppose. The past three days I have felt as though my manic days are over with… at least for the time being. Now I am entering a depression, the peak of summertime sadness. The days are bright and warm, filled with hope, yet I feel empty…
