Bipolar Disorder Support Group
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. This is the place to talk about your experience with bipolar disorder, learn from others' experiences, and find support.
It sucks when you have to be your own parent! Here let me paint you a picture...
Mother: a desheveled mess reaking of Marlboro mediums and rum and coke. Once a force to be reckoned with she now sits alone, escaping into intoxication as if she could be her only friend if she just had one more drink. Her "friends" a lab and an American Eskimo who's shit she will leave on the ground until her husband complains. She is extremely intelligent which adds injury to insult and I wonder just how she wakes up each day ready to work at an elementary school.
Step father: creepy creepy creepy... today he asked me how I was doing and I told him " well besides the chronic pain, depression, lack of food and money I am just swell!" He laughs at this but it is no joke. He tells me how I could've made money in this rediculous pyrimid scheme if only... I tell him I am disabled and he ignores the statement as if I were another nuisance in his already busy day. Fuck him!
Me: I am paralyzed by pain... I have run out of medication and hope and pray it will be ready by tomorrow.
Moral of the story: don't be disabled
Mother: a desheveled mess reaking of Marlboro mediums and rum and coke. Once a force to be reckoned with she now sits alone, escaping into intoxication as if she could be her only friend if she just had one more drink. Her "friends" a lab and an American Eskimo who's shit she will leave on the ground until her husband complains. She is extremely intelligent which adds injury to insult and I wonder just how she wakes up each day ready to work at an elementary school.
Step father: creepy creepy creepy... today he asked me how I was doing and I told him " well besides the chronic pain, depression, lack of food and money I am just swell!" He laughs at this but it is no joke. He tells me how I could've made money in this rediculous pyrimid scheme if only... I tell him I am disabled and he ignores the statement as if I were another nuisance in his already busy day. Fuck him!
Me: I am paralyzed by pain... I have run out of medication and hope and pray it will be ready by tomorrow.
Moral of the story: don't be disabled
Sorry, M. It Would suck. I hurt for you, because of the life you must have lived - and are still living.
Get angry, get miserable, grouch at us and everybody, then get out there and prove yourself Better than that. Because I already know you Are.
*hugs* Hope you get your meds tomorrow.
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