I got back from Portland, Oregon yesterday evening. I went to Portland with Steven and met up with the rest of my family for my grandmother’s funeral. The funeral was on March 10th, just two and a half weeks after she passed. Steven and I didn’t stay long at the funeral because I personally wasn’t…

I think I experience this more than most normal people due to my bipolar disorder. Or I guess most people with any type of mental health issue can face being too hard on ones self. I still talk to Diego, my ex because we are friends and we keep each other updated with life’s happenings…

With my most recent med adjustment, I’ve been feeling pretty optimistic and go getter-ish. Now at 9:07pm at work, my depression has hit me like a ton of bricks. Like what the hell am I doing working all these hours, you piece of shit person. Why don’t you just off yourself; you’re worth more dead…