An Open Letter To Kanye West
There is nothing trendy about Bipolar Disorder. There is nothing glamorous about Bipolar Disorder.
There is nothing trendy about Bipolar Disorder. There is nothing glamorous about Bipolar Disorder.
I read once that every relationship could be defined as a power struggle, with the winner being the one who cared about the other the least. I lost.
I am a suicide survivor.
My birthday is coming up. I hate my birthday.
I remember the first day that I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed, and how that day became two, and how those two days became three, and how those three days stretched to a week.
This is for me, because I don’t have anything for you anymore but residual pain. Although that’s from you than for you.