I just got out of a psych ward last week. While I was there they diagnosed me with bipolarpart of me was so scaredI was like so I really am crazy. But also have a name a reason why I do the things I do helps. I am in a partial hosp program that I go to everyday. Its group therapyit helps to know I am not so alone. I am so angry that I have been in and out of therapy for years and no one saw it. But I am very good at hiding too. I was doing so wellthen I crashed last night. I watched myself destroy so much good in my life. My marriagepast relationshipsworkI am on meds now. Part of me wants to get better but parts of me love my extremesThe high are addictive and the crash is so comfortingwill I loose who I amI dont cry anymore where as I use to cry all the time but all the emotions are bottled up insideI am shaking a lot tonightI feel so lost
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