I bug folks. I have what’s called Bipolar Disorder. I can get so excited. Pulse is 126. I would die to talk to folks. What happens? I run folks off.
I don’t have very many friends locally. Maybe 1 or 2. Out of those, I don’t really see eye to eye with one of them. They might try to tell me to take up exercise or Jesus or something. Online? Well, it just depends on how much I’m willing to bother folks to get a conversation out of them. Lately, I don’t care.
Depression has arrived again. Looking forward to the sleep if I manage to get some. Our A/C has been out forever and it’s not easy at the moment.
Friends don’t let friends..
If you have a friend who suffers from mental illness, try to understand what they go through. Even if you never speak again, try to understand their diagnosis, at least. The friends that manage to do this are more likely friends for life. Not a bad investment for learning about Bipolar Disorder.
I don’t have any friends, except Keri and the dog, of course. I even grew up here, off and on. No one from high school anymore. I’ve been ghosted 20 times or so, including a few of my kids. They were never in danger, I just think they’re embarrassed about me. But I have to keep moving on I’m told. Doesn’t feel great, sometimes.
I get hyper. I’m even on meds and I still get hyper. I get depressed too. But neither are near the devastation they were before meds. That’s good for me. I guess.
Mental illness isn’t a joke. It’s lonely. It invented “ghosting.” People feel weird, always thinking about themselves and not the person they’re talking to who is suffering. It has a lot to do with everything nowadays. But we are good at ignoring it. Even the “good guys” are good at ignoring mental health. Don’t be like them.
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