My Bipolar Journal - Episode 191

My Bipolar Journal – Episode 191

March 23, 2008

I’m exhausted. I’m on a roller coaster. One minute everything is grand and the next I’m waking up with dry eyes from crying myself to sleep. Do I want to talk about it? Not really. I mean, for one thing, I couldn’t possibly tell you why and two, you’re not my savior. Only one Human could save me and things have been put massively on hold from that angle. For another, I couldn’t really tell you or anyone else why things are like this right now. I can’t tell you if they’ll pass or if I’ll just have to learn to live with this. Nothing’s predictable. Even the fact that I’m acknowledging it is because it’s just exhausting.

I have this cyst or something underneath my eye. It freaks me out for a while, but now it’s slowly disappearing and I’m thinking that maybe it’s an alien seeping into my brain and making me crazier than usual.

I guess I feel all left out a lot right now too. I didn’t even know it was Easter. I mean, it’s not like I might have been able to do something with my family, but at least they usually call and tell me we’re not doing anything for [insert holiday name here]. I miss last year when I made the world’s best Easter baskets for my friends. They really were the best. I miss those times, even though at the time it was extremely frustrating. It’s true. No matter what, you usually remember the good times you had with your friends.