Things have been bad here today. Someone has been nitpicking on everything I do and it’s triggering me.

I can’t say anything to them because they don’t believe I have bipolar. So there’s that.

Now where we live there’s not many places for me to hide, but my safe haven? Is my room.

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It’s at a weird angle cause I’m lying on my bed.

But nothing bad can happen here. My kids laughter overtakes the sound of evil hitting my brain. The music we play here is our music. No rolling of the eyes, the judgemental looks are gone. It’s just us being us.

I hope you have a safe haven too.

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