and the worst part is there’s no one else to blame.
Absolutely soul crushing lows followed by bouts of extreme, radical mania. Waiting, praying, for a break; for a “normal” phase. Wanting to someone to blame, but forever falling short. For it is no one else’s fault that Bipolar exists within you. It’s not even yours. It’s the luck of the draw. Some come up short and get tested with mental illness like Bipolar Disorder. It hurts at times to have such a crippling condition, you just want someone to be the blame for your suffering – so you can take it out on them. But there is no one to blame. So you blame yourself. You hurt yourself and you loathe yourself. But you must remember, it is not your fault, either.
It’s nobody’s fault. It’s what you’ve been given and with that you have two choices – try your hardest to fight it, or crumble under the pressure. Sometimes it feels impossible not to crumble under the pressure, but that does not make you less of a person. Keep fighting. Keep pushing. Keep taking steps to better your life. Stop the blame game. Accept what is yours and do what you can with it.
You’ve got this.
I often think back on relationships I’ve had which haven’t worked out. I’m not talking just romantic, it’s mostly friendships. I’ve watched these relationships turn bad, be phased out or I’ve cut them off. Sometimes I see these people around or have the odd thought about them. It gets me to thinking – what really happened to our relationship? Most of the time it’s been due to Bipolar. My inability to hold friendships whilst unmedicated is astounding. Which then leads me onto, do I owe this person an apology?
I don’t remember much of what happened most of the time, but all these friendships ended at roughly the same time. I was insane. I will admit that. I was paranoid, slightly delusional and on a negative, hateful path.
Perhaps I’ll spend some time righting some wrongs, or perhaps I’ll just leave things as they are. On one hand I feel bad for my actions and on the other, I was very sick and didn’t know what I was doing.
So I’m just thinking, do I owe them an apology?
There’s one thing you must always remember – human beings are works in progress. Always. There is never an absolutely perfect human. Each and every one of us has flaws. Some may have it together better than others, but they still are not perfect. No matter how much you achieve, how hard you fight, how much you put in; you will never be perfect.
But perfection is not something that we should strive for. It’s an unrealistic goal. What you should strive for is happiness. Overall, what really matters in life is your happiness.
Never beat yourself up about your flaws, for everybody has them, they are just different. Keep trying your hardest, do what you have to do to ensure your happiness. You may never be the best at everything or be totally fine all the time, but you are a work in progress; and a beautiful one at that.
Everything I’ve been writing lately, I’ve been hating. I read them over and critique them negatively so much. I’m sad because this was not the point of my blog. I wanted to show others my experiences with Bipolar and Panic Disorder, to inspire others and to all clear my thoughts. I haven’t really been clearing my thoughts, I feel like I’m lacking something – like I’m a bit off. I don’t want to judge my writing. I don’t even judge other people’s writing. I just read and appreciate the creativity or raw honesty that comes from them. I don’t know, maybe I’m being too hard on myself.
Moving forward with your life when you’ve got mental illness can often be tricky. People assume that to move on you need to have it all figured out already, that you have to know exactly what you’re going to do. But I disagree with this.
Moving forward isn’t just major steps of improvement, it’s all those little steps too. It can be going from being bedridden to getting up and going for a walk. It can be planning to go out with a friend. It can be deciding to get a part time job.
Moving forward can be whatever you want it to be, as long as you keep going. It’s not huge goals being accomplished; it’s the little wins you have in your life mixed with a sense of satisfaction and motivation.
If you feel as though you can accomplish large goals, go ahead, do it! If you can only achieve small and what may seem to others as insignificant goals, still do it! Every little bit counts in moving forward with your life.
I don’t know where I’m at right now in life. I can see the leaps and bounds I’ve made within my recovery over the past few years, but it’s not enough. I am completely dependent on others. On the government, on my boyfriend, on family members. I’m going to be frank here; I feel like a piece of shit a lot of the time. I’m constantly doing nothing with my life. Yes, I am severely mentally ill, but I just can’t find it in myself for that to be an excuse. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take feeling like a child. The older I get, the more reliant I become on other people. Everything just keeps crumbling beneath my feet; over and over again. I build myself up and it gets smashed into smithereens. My confidence is lost, somewhere along with my intelligence and creativity. I feel utterly stupid. My memory is shocking; I can’t remember yesterday. All I do is sleep. I have lost my goals that were close to my heart. I never feel totally satisfied. I am trying more and it shows, but there’s a voice in my head still telling me what a fucking failure I am. I was once a young, beautiful girl filled with ambition and passion. I was intelligent, I could hold conversations and win debates whether I was right or not. I once wanted to have a family of my own, but now that I have suffered so at the harsh grips of Bipolar and Panic Disorder, I have no desire. I am 22 years old and I can’t take care of myself. I could never take care of a family. Friendships have begun to weaken and I am missing my home town more than ever. Funny, the place that kept me in a constant rut is now what I miss. Not so much the place, more the people.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. I don’t know, I just feel worthless right now. And a lot of the other time, too. I don’t want to be dependent on anyone. I don’t want to go through life white knuckling it. I don’t want to miss who I was every fucking second of my life. I don’t want to do anything really.
So for now I’m just living, kicking and screaming, falling and failing; but living.