I know we all have our good days and our bad days. But fuck if it isn’t hard.  When it’s bad I have to try to explain to some part of myself it’s temporary, and when it’s good I have to explain to myself I’m not cured.

Today’s been a day of manic triggers and just a lack of stability that I know people without bipolar don’t get.

I’m just so tired. I’ve always pushed back on being medicated, but it feels like I have this impossible task of staying off meds or blunting myself with them.