I’m tired of being broken. I’m tired that the meds don’t work. I’m tired of trying different meds every month to see which ones will work. I’m tired that therapy can only do so much until finding which meds will work for me. I’m tired of not having a job that will support me. I’m tired of being anxious about surviving. I’m tired of having the dark thoughts to end it all. I’m just tired of being.
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The life of someone with bipolar disorder, depression, borderline personality disorder and who knows what else. After losing everything that mattered in my life and a failed attempt at ending my life in 2017 I am trying to piece my life back together and start all over again. These are my ramblings... View all posts by theweightofthedevilinside