Bipolar Disorder - Teen Support Group
This community is dedicated to teenagers struggling with bipolar disorder. Bipolar disorder is not just a single disorder, but a category of mood disorders marked by periods of abnormally high energy and euphoria, often accompanied by bouts of clinical depression. Talk about your experience with bipolar disorder, and learn from others' experiences
Lost my shit, crashed mum's car.
Taken out of school until further notice.
Tripled medication over the course of a week.
Pretty sure I'm gonna flunk out of history. Possibly bio and geometry.
The home teacher that the school district sent over is an absolute idiot.
I'm not even sure how he got his credentials.
I basically have to teach him math.
And it's not even like he's an English or history teacher. He's a science teacher. Math is a considerably large portion of science.
And I don't even need him.
It's exactly the same as if he weren't here.
I'm not doing any work.
Not necessarily by choice.
I've completely shut down.
I don't care.
The dose is definitely dwindling in effectiveness, again, but honestly? I could care less. If not for the underlying pressure of school -- or lack thereof -- I'd be ecstatic.
I'd stop taking my meds altogether if not for the fact that mum watches me swallow them. I have a considerable fear of puking, so that isn't an option.
So, I'm stuck in a state of maddening neutrality and inertia. Everything is picking and scraping at this film of medication, beseeching to be freed, and I'm sitting and drumming my fingers, stagnant with inner turmoil.
I got my ears gauged, today. I've never had a piercing in my life, and I went straight up to a 10. Just punched holes in 'em, just like that. Honestly? I've always been afraid to. I wasn't. Not today. Sat there with a straight face the entire time. Felt good.
My girlfriend doesn't know, but if she did, she'd be angry.
She doesn't know a lot of things, right now.
Easy to hide from fifty miles away.
But, you know what? I'm done being kicked around and conforming to what she wants me to be.
I'm gonna wear the clothes that she tells me not to wear. What can she do about it? I've already stabbed holes in my ears, and that's not as ephemeral as a simple change of attire.
When I get the chance, I think I'm gonna take up smoking again. I miss the feeling of the first drag in a few days' time, that humming sigh of solace on the exhale.
She's always had me hanging by a thread, but I think I've finally found a pair of scissors.
Shall I sever it?
She's exceedingly depressed.
Chances are, she'd kill herself if I left.
Must I really stay until she evens out?
Taken out of school until further notice.
Tripled medication over the course of a week.
Pretty sure I'm gonna flunk out of history. Possibly bio and geometry.
The home teacher that the school district sent over is an absolute idiot.
I'm not even sure how he got his credentials.
I basically have to teach him math.
And it's not even like he's an English or history teacher. He's a science teacher. Math is a considerably large portion of science.
And I don't even need him.
It's exactly the same as if he weren't here.
I'm not doing any work.
Not necessarily by choice.
I've completely shut down.
I don't care.
The dose is definitely dwindling in effectiveness, again, but honestly? I could care less. If not for the underlying pressure of school -- or lack thereof -- I'd be ecstatic.
I'd stop taking my meds altogether if not for the fact that mum watches me swallow them. I have a considerable fear of puking, so that isn't an option.
So, I'm stuck in a state of maddening neutrality and inertia. Everything is picking and scraping at this film of medication, beseeching to be freed, and I'm sitting and drumming my fingers, stagnant with inner turmoil.
I got my ears gauged, today. I've never had a piercing in my life, and I went straight up to a 10. Just punched holes in 'em, just like that. Honestly? I've always been afraid to. I wasn't. Not today. Sat there with a straight face the entire time. Felt good.
My girlfriend doesn't know, but if she did, she'd be angry.
She doesn't know a lot of things, right now.
Easy to hide from fifty miles away.
But, you know what? I'm done being kicked around and conforming to what she wants me to be.
I'm gonna wear the clothes that she tells me not to wear. What can she do about it? I've already stabbed holes in my ears, and that's not as ephemeral as a simple change of attire.
When I get the chance, I think I'm gonna take up smoking again. I miss the feeling of the first drag in a few days' time, that humming sigh of solace on the exhale.
She's always had me hanging by a thread, but I think I've finally found a pair of scissors.
Shall I sever it?
She's exceedingly depressed.
Chances are, she'd kill herself if I left.
Must I really stay until she evens out?
As far as your girlfriend goes I've got nothing. If you feel like she would kill herself maybe if you can stand it wait a bit till she is better. She is 50 miles away so you could slowly start distancing yourself. Not taking all her calls, etc. Don't let her bring you down.