I thought I was on the road to recovery and getting “well” but I seem to be having more bad days than good. Or at least as many bad as good. It’s fucked up! There is sooo much shit on the internet and the more I learn about everything the worse I feel about myself. I’m bipolar diagnosed and have dyslexia. I believe I am also ADHD. All the things I read about it especially pertaining to my childhood and the constant loudness racing mind is my enemy. My own personal hell if you will. It’s been terrible weather, dad is being such a dick and my mind constantly racing from subject to subject. I’m considering gummies or something to stop the business going on. I have many things around the house that needs to be done& could be done (and easily done I should say) but I just can’t get my shit together to do any of it, not even the small easy ones. Plus the god damn dogs are driving me fucking driving me bat shit crazy. I love them dearly..but I have NO ME time.
bad few days / down & blue / unsocial / unproductive / hate knowing to much
my ignorance was bliss. Now it’s infuriating.
I am wearing a tshirt that reads ” it’s a throat punch kinda day” and it is extremely accurate for my current mood.
Maybe I need to change up my meds ?
Mothernature knows nothing 