Here’s A Description (That’s Actually Accurate) Of What It’s Like To Live With Bipolar Disorder
I sometimes forget who I am because I am so overwhelmed in what my illness makes me.
I sometimes forget who I am because I am so overwhelmed in what my illness makes me.
She gave me butterflies.
In a time where there was mostly darkness and little hope, you generated humor, confidence and light. I was able to begin again.
I mistook this for love because I was vulnerable and that’s what I needed. I needed love.
I want to fall in love with someone and not be frightened they’ll leave me because of my illness.