Bipolar Disorder In My Own Words

Isn’t it funny (in the Alanis Morissette Ironic way) how a single picture can take you back to a weekend, the was triggered by a weekend before? How your memories transport you back to those days, when the hurt was raw and angry. When the scars weren’t scars but were newly formed cuts, born from

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What a Difference a Year can Make

Friday is my high school homecoming. Sam and I are going to the game. From what I have seen on Facebook, there will be a lot of people there that we went to school with. People I haven’t seen in over 20 years. I’m really super excited to go.

This homecoming is the exact opposite

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Meet The Man Who Colors

The Story of how I met The Man Who Colors

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Firing and Re-hiring People in My Life

When I hit rock bottom, I lost almost every one and every thing in my life. Some people it was easy to let go, others I want back, and I am having to rebuild those relationships.

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Broken

I started my break down on September 28, by drinking myself into a stupor, trying like hell to forget everything. I ended up in the hospital October 5 and discharged October 7th.

When I got past the FUCK YOU FUCK EVERYONE phase of being pissed it was easy enough to be there and then easy

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