It's like a disease. Get yourself checked.
I realized today... my life sounds terrible on paper.
When I say it outloud I think... that's my life? This isn't where I wanted to be at 25.
I wanted the house. Kids running around. A cat (and maybe a dog). I wanted all that normal stuff.
But I'm lucky... at least, where my disorder is concerned.
It's getting easier. The lows, the highs, the coping... all of it is just... easier.
So maybe I'll have a different kind of life. It'll sound terrible on paper... but I'll be happy.
Maybe drug induced... but hey, that's life.
