I can’t with me.

These are the moments that I hate being bipolar.

I’m sitting in church and I can’t concentrate. I can’t stop thinking about a thousand different things. I mean you saw yesterday I was so depressed…today I’m new ask to bring hypo.

I hate mixed stages.

I keep running my hand on my husband’s knees…in a non sexual way. Nasty.

And I keep asking for cookies.

Sweet Lord why can’t I pay attention?

Literally 20 minutes ago, I ran to the car crying. Now this

Now shhhhh…..lemme stop cause my husband is getting mad at me.