Monthly Archives: May 2014

Badass mother fuckers.

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What’s a girl to do?

I’ve got this issue.
I really don’t see a point in behaving like a normal human being because I’ve always been so far from being one.
I don’t want to save my money. I want to spend it on things that make me happy. Am I superficial? Fuck yes I’m superficial, but that’s who I am and about my life only. I spend my money on beauty products, gifts for myself, spoiling my dog my dog, medical bills, rent and my phone bill.
I literally see not one problem with this. I know I should. I know someone else will tell me to think about my future. I’m almost 22 and I have accomplished nothing. I did not finish high school, I never could keep a job, I’m on disability pension and I suffer from multiple medical conditions.

But my future is bleak. It’s different. My future is dedicated to me staying happy and alive. I don’t want kids. I don’t want to study. I don’t want anything special. I just want to get by.
My bills that I do have are paid in advance, so I don’t feel I’m doing anything wrong by spending my money frivolously.
I feel like I should feel guilty about this because of other people having everything in order. But I’m just not like anyone else.
What’s a girl to do?


The runner

She was all caught up and didn’t know what to do.
She ran. Somewhere far. Somewhere no one could ever find her again.
She ran. Somewhere totally different. And she didn’t stop running.

She’ll never stop running until she’s whole.

No one will ever understand.


My terrible self

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I finally feel like myself again. The trouble is, I’ve got problems with who I am. I know everybody has their faults – but mine are the sort that crush a future and ruin the present.
Do I speak to a therapist? Do I work on my faults on my own? Or do I accept them?
The trouble with internal faults is they can’t be easily covered or changed like your appearance. Work needs to be put in. Hard work.
Work I have to do. One way or another.


Holidays and finding home.

Today I got back from a 3 night holiday in my home town which I moved from 6 months ago. I haven’t been there since I moved and was so excited to be going to see everyone. My flight was late on Saturday and my anxiety kicked in early, and hard.
I got to see my best friend and most of my other closest friends the Saturday night, but by Sunday my other medical condition had flared up and I was in pain and exhausted. I went to see my parents which was really nice. I found out they won’t be coming to visit anymore though, so that kind of bummed me out a little. I didn’t get to see my grandparents at all and I feel awful. My grandma is 93 and I want to take every chance I get to see her and pop but I just didn’t have enough time. Same goes for my gramps who has bad Alzheimer’s and my nanna who was currently staying in town too. I feel awful about not seeing people but I really realised where my home is now. I’m glad I moved but I just wish I could see my friends and family more often. All I need to save and improve on the Panic Disorder and Agoraphobia and maybe I’ll be fine. On the flight home and day of (today) I’ve had zero anxiety which has been great. Just wish it had’ve been like that going to my home town!
Anyway that’s my update for now if anyone is interested.


An open letter to someone with Bipolar.

Dear Patient,

That’s what I will call you for the majority of this letter, for there are so many others like you out there.
Patient, your life is complicated. You see, you have Bipolar Disorder. You reach the highest points of irrationality and you can’t control it.
You seep to the lowest place a person can be and you stay there for weeks, months, years – perpetually drowning in sorrow. You’re unpredictable at times. A lot of people leave, by their own choice or by you forcing them out of your life. To be you, Patient, is a day to day struggle.
One that the majority of people do not experience. You are a fighter. You go through treatment to regulate your mind because living in your own personal hell isn’t ideal. Not only for yourself, but you do it for the sake of others. You go out of your way to make people around you feel more comfortable with your illness. This shows your compassion. Trust me when I say this, Patient, things do get better. With persistence, hope and treatment you can handle this.
Then you will feel ‘normal’ like you crave oh so badly. A different sort of normal though. A travelled soul – someone with perks and quirks that have been created due to struggle.
Yes, you will still have your ups and downs, but you’re alive and you will only get better by becoming at peace with yourself.

So I beg of you,
Just keep on going, Patient. No matter what. Just keep on pushing for a better life and you will get one.

Kind Regards,
Patient.


May

This time last year I was broken.
I had no purpose. I had just moved back into my parents house and was pretty much in solitude other than my parents. They live slightly out of town so nobody really wanted to make the drive to visit. Especially with the condition I was in. This was also in the dead end of a 6 month fling where I’d see the guy maybe once a week, and to be honest wish I was elsewhere the whole time (which seemed like the story of my life at the time). I spent my time cooking, reading, exercising and listening to music. Which is a good routine – but not when you are alone. When you are alone you just feel empty. I was so paranoid when I was around people that I just gave up. I didn’t want to be around anymore. I felt like a drain on everybody’s resources and I couldn’t work. Bipolar wasn’t getting any better and I was starting to get very sick due to medication. I felt like my world was crumbling.
A week later, I got a puppy and named her Juno. Who saved my life by giving me a purpose.
Two weeks after that, I started seeing my boyfriend. Who had given me unconditional love and support throughout everything.
Months later, I had my medication changed and was diagnosed with Panic Disorder and Agoraphobia. Now my Bipolar is stabilised, and I don’t feel paranoid in social situations so much anymore. I’m less afraid to go outside.
I’ve had my ups and my downs, but i have improved immensely over the past year. I’m so thankful for everyone who helped me in my journey, and so happy I’m still here.