The Real Me

When I’m manic I’m so AMAZING that I’m a shit to everyone else
When I’m depressed I lock myself inside because I fucking hate myself
When I’m psychotic I’m on fire and my teeth keep tearing me apart
When I’m hypomanic life is blissful but that’s where the problems start

Carpooling with Bella Fabulous aka the best emotional support animal ever

And after all the explosive cycling settles and my moods finally decide to subside

I’m left here all alone as “Rachel;” Buried, depleted, ashamed, and completely fried.