I am bipolar and have been having a right old time of the rollercoaster. Am taking steroids for a chest infection and the lid has proper come off.
I want to cut myself but so far have managed not to. Instead, I am thinking about booking a flight to India and visiting temples in the hope of a cure for being mad.
He has come in from work and I am on the side of the bed sobbing and trying to make sense of why the world feels so big and throbby at the moment.
This is not an unusual reaction to steriods but fuck me, it is getting harder. I look at him and wonder why the blithering shit he is still here with all of this to put up with.
I went on the Mind website and did a bit of what they suggested and it has helped but as the day is ending, I am terrified of the night.
He helps me so much and I feeel such a fucking loser.