I Hate (Possibly) Being Bipolar It’s Awesome

I have been a mental health freak who has failed epically to do any significant thing to improve themselves.
I have been a mental health freak who has failed epically to do any significant thing to improve themselves.
Each time I type out my story, I refrain from publishing it out of fear, doubt, victim’s guilt.
You’d walk by me. I’d call out your name. I’d ask you for the apology you denied me. I would tell you how much I’ve missed you.
Now all I hear are the echoes of our laughter faded in my mind – how fragile our relationship really was.
You know the sinking feeling – you’re falling through the void, and this time there’s no one there to catch you.
This is the guy that you thought was perfect for you. This is the guy that you would stay up all night talking to on the phone because you wanted to hear his voice.
I still think about you every day. I wonder how you’re doing. I think about whether you’ve become clean as well and my heart aches for the pain you endured going through that process.