Yesterday, I started writing at 3:30 a.m. I’d slept from 11 p.m. to 2 a.m. after getting drunk alone. Seems I’m still in a manic episode that has been going on for almost two weeks.
I wrote about how I’ve thrown caution and self-care out the window for the past year. How I suddenly realized that I didn’t need to hold myself together for self-preservation.
I’m finally in a safe space, where I can just spill my guts all over the floor and I won’t die in a pool of my own blood. I can see now how this has led to more frequent and severe cycles.Read more on themighty.com