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.