It's been exactly one year since I started cutting myself.
It's been exactly one year since my health started gradually deteriorating.
It's been one whole year. I can't believe it's been that long.
Well, I think I'm handling it rather well in retrospect. I mean, given the circumstances that I have to navigate in my mind just to wake up in the morning I should get some sort of medal. To quote Ed Wood, my mind's in a muddle, like in a thick fog. that's the best way I can describe it. Nobody knows how it feels to be me. Nobody.
But, I mean, at least I'm alive, right? I'm alive, I'm fairly happy most of the time. I've had a few good ups and some frighteningly low lows and even some really bad thoughts but I think a lot of that just comes from my still unchecked bipolar disorder.
Basically what I'm trying to say is that I'm having a bitch of a time but I think I might just end up being alright. Hopefully.
This is a song from my favorite bands that i am dedicating to this past year. I can't think of a better song to describe the shitstorm I've gone thru ... Jim's Big Ego: New Lang Syne (Thank God It's Over)