I don’t know. 

I don’t know how to speak when I cannot stand the thoughts that are pulsing through my mind.

I don’t know how to look in a mirror when the face that stares back is so scared and sad.

I don’t know how to breathe when my heart insists on palpitating and running rampant. 

I don’t know what to do when I am reminded that I have been crushed into oblivion. 

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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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