At what point does the madness stop? 

I certainly don’t know where it began, so I do not have much faith in ever knowing the answer to this question, either. 

It feels as though I am continually falling then getting up, and while I’m dusting myself off – I get kicked right back over. 

It is a horrendous cycle of everlasting pain that makes me question everything. 

But there will never be any answer, except that this is my life, and I must deal with it. 


About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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