I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t focus. I’m irritable. My eyes have begun playing their tricks on me. I can’t help but spend money. 

I can’t afford another manic episode. I’m still recovering from the last. I wish the meds were miracles that could stop this shit entirely. I never miss a dose. I’m doing it right.

Give me the strength to get through this with minimal consequences. 

Fuck.