Vanished

There’s nothing you can say to me that I haven’t said to myself, much harsher, with blades, and drugs, and self spoken hate.   The shame, and the guilt eat me alive, every night my head drops.   I haven’t forgiven myself for the fights we fought, the fights I caused, with my temper, with…

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Confessional #2

I had promised a confessional/thought of the day blog post when I started and I have yet to have another one until now. These are just my thoughts for the day. The biggest battle with bipolar disorder that I face on a daily basis is the shame and the guilt, the aftermath of an up…