From One Woman With Bipolar Disorder To Another, Thank You Carrie Fisher
It was hugely influential to me, to see this brilliant and dynamic woman who, like me, had bipolar disorder and struggled with very human things.
It was hugely influential to me, to see this brilliant and dynamic woman who, like me, had bipolar disorder and struggled with very human things.
You do your best to post smiling and cute pictures on your social media channels and you do whatever it takes to not have to be asked, ‘are you depressed?’
I don’t want to continue to believe that my anxiety and depression are too much of a weight to put on someone else so what’s the point in even falling love.
I knew that even though it is my nature to be an empath, I can learn to take more care of myself and establish clearer boundaries.
“We stood there in a lake of blood watching a man pull his guts from himself.”
“We connected in a way I didn’t think was possible & he made me feel something I had never felt.”
“We come last—after women and children.”
“I was raped multiple times as a child and I’ve never had a real friend in my life.”
I’m going to be frank, these are some of the most insane stories I have ever heard in my entire life. They are crazier and, in a very few cases, sadder than anything you could make up. They are also utterly fascinating.
“Sebastian is annoying and yells whenever his wife doesn’t put cheese on his daily tuna melt.”
“Suddenly there is a pretty heavy, non-churchy beat pounding through the loudspeakers…Y’all, the groom RAPPED his vows, and not well, he even took a moment to make sure the crowd were on their feet!”
“It quickly escalates to Mr. Krabs tormenting Plankton to the point where he never leaves the Chum Bucket, has nightmares, and eventually attempts suicide. I am not exaggerating at all.”
“You’re both the best and the worst thing to ever happen to me. Also, I miss you.”
“When I was in 3rd grade I saw a kid get into a police car while I was in chess club. Turns out his father murdered his younger twin sisters by stabbing them to death. Apparently he told them to play hide and seek and murdered them when he found them.”
In the morning he confessed that he’d been interested in me for years and that his dreams had come true and started talking about our future. It was very awkward.
“The mother of my daughter beat the living sh*t out of me because I asked her what skirt she wanted me to iron for the morning.”
Once you were selected, your brain matter would be drained from your skull, and the empty shell of your body would be burned, the ashes repurposed as diamonds. But your mind would live on in the computer—at least until you turned 90 and they deleted you to make room for more data—so they didn’t consider it murder.
“One of my neighbors wrung the neck of my kitten and dumped its body in the driveway.”