I have a bottle containing five Ativan pills, in case of emergency. There are only five because I am afraid that I might try to overdose if I had a month’s supply. I previously had thirty pills, and I became … Continue reading Sometimes You Need to Take the Ativan
The time you stayed up all night telling me stories about your childhood The time you let me cry for hours and didn’t judge me The time you forced me to go to lunch when I was too depressed to … Continue reading All the Times You Saved Me
I’m thinking it, but somehow I just can’t say it. I can reach for you; I can hold your hand. But I can’t say those words. You have an appointment. Maybe even a very important one. But you have to realize that this is more important: it’s a matter of life and death. If I can realize it, you can too. Or maybe you have to learn it. This is the first time, but it won’t be the last.
You are on your way somewhere else, going out, for that thing you have to do. You think I’m not feeling great, but I’ll be okay, like I usually am after a while. You let go of my hand, edge toward the door so you can put on your jacket.
What happens if you leave?
Perfectionism can be a dangerous thing. We use it against ourselves to “prove” that we are not good enough. But there are plenty of reasons why you don’t need to be perfect. Here are just a few: – No one … Continue reading Why You Don’t Need to Be Perfect
As someone struggling with Bipolar Disorder, I sometimes feel as if I am literally a person stuck inside someone else’s body, clawing to get out. I am physically restless, often tapping my fingers or feet and kicking my legs in … Continue reading Trapped in my Own Body