Being Bipolar Be Like *triggers Manic Episode* *accused Of Faking* *surfeit Of Withdrawal Symptoms When

Being bipolar be like *triggers manic episode* *accused of faking* *surfeit of withdrawal symptoms when skipping meds* *feeling humiliated in the aftermath of all the stupid shit you’ve done in public* *sleeping for 15+ hours straight when depressed* *threats from everyone to be hospitalized*

i don’t wanna be alone. it only gets worse when i’m alone.

Some trauma is so fucked up that people would rather think you’re to blame than acknowledge that you’re hurt

I’m drowning here and you’re describing the water 

there’s love in long messages. in late night phone calls. love when laughs echo around us. when we dance. there’s love woven into your “i saw this and thought of you” or “i can give you the space you need” or “i am here”. there’s love in your eyes when you understand. and in your smile when you don’t but still try to. it’s in the food we share. flowing through the tips of our fingers when we touch. and intertwining when our thoughts flow together. there’s love captured in our photographs and even better, in our memories. days pass and there is love. always love, still.