I’ve been manic more months than not in 2022. It’s taken everything in me to not massively self destruct on many occasions. None of my real life friends get it. Their lives move on and mine is still the same fucked up shit year after year. My doctor has decided I need a higher level of care and has admitted me to a PHP. 

I just need someone who gets it. Someone who gives a shit. Someone who won’t disappear and leave me like so many people have. 

I’m trying to get better. I’m trying to improve my life. But it’s so fucking hard when you’re dealt a shitty hand and can’t get get back up on your feet after each blow lands.