This. Just this.
So, revisiting this entry approximately three hours later.
I’m just going to add that I feel so low and alone. That’s why I’ve not written much lately. However, I’m trying to log something because this is one of the worst things about Bipolar. Thinking you’re as low and alone as possible, but no, there is still somehow a way to dive lower.
You know, it’s not a dive, as just said above. It’s drowning. With heavy stones in your pockets. Drowning.
I’m not even sure how to describe it. The best I can do now is just write what I can when I can.