After experiencing an event that triggered a life times worth of bad juju to resurface I think I’m finally coming out of it. 
Since I was 16 I’ve battled bipolar with psychoactive feature and the triggered (and lack of meds) the voices to come back 
but now I can finally see some semblance of a road. Definitely feel the depression creeping in still but these late night drives, writing poetry and not smoking have really begun to make me feel at ease. It’s so crazy how it happened so fast.
I swear I was just standing there listening music at the concert and reality snapped. 

If anyone of you have similar issues and find that you find yourself feeling this way please speak up. This have been the scariest 3 weeks of my life and though I’m still having trouble telling what’s real and isn’t the work I’m putting in helps.

Talking with others (strangers and family because I’m too scared of scarring my friends), asking them questions, deep breathing. Writing, driving have worked wonders. 

Are illness do not make us who we are. Please remember that.