I hate being bipolar. It’s hell. I can’t love.
It’s as if I’m stuck on the inside, and no matter how hard I try I can’t control it. Someone has taken control of my body. I can only watch things unfold. Nothing can help. Nothing can stop it. I lay in bed at night dreading the next day. I can’t wait for it to end.
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Of course you want to love. There must be a way. There is a way, but the cost of it is to stop hating the BP condition. You may have to live with it, medicate it, etc. Hating it will not make it go away and will not help. Love, however, is easier without the help of hate. G.W.
Sorry to kill the party, but hatred is not something you can just get rid of, just like that. Think about it; individual people have lifespans of what, hundred years, max? Hatred has lived for god knows how long. Millennia upon Millennia. You can’t just kick it out, just like that.
@ aresatm, the fact that you’re still looking for love means that you still have some hope. You never know. Maybe if you keep watching, things will turn around.
This struck a chord in me.
I’m bipolar type two, it’s absolute torture.
Are you type one or type two?
I think only people with the bipolar disorder can understand what it feels like, it’s much different from depression.
When I go in to the low part of my mood cycle, it’s horrible. It’ s like a thick blanket of darkness is pulled over me; I can’t move, I can’t feel, I can’t speak.
Are you on any medication?