On the Days Happiness Is Just a Tease
Wake up, shake up, searching my brain,
Good day or bad day again?
Out of bed to clean and call a friend,
Is this the day I will be on the mend?
Nope, it’s telling me the same old stuff.
They hate you.
You’ll never be enough.
I hate days like these.
Dragging me down, happiness just a tease.
On those few days I feel like me,
I remember how I once used to be,
Happy, laughing friends and free.
I’d give anything to just be me.
You hear a lot about mental health these days. It’s hard when people don’t fully understand it. I live with bipolar disorder, emotionally unstable personality disorder and paranoid personality disorder, which ties into my anxiety and panic attacks
I’ve been this way since a teenager, and now, I’m 25. I’ve destroyed so many friendships, so many relationships. I have so many people hate me (or at least I think they do).
Well, a lot of people have said they do.
The problem is I already hate myself. I also have my thoughts and this little voice I hear telling me I’m worthless, I’m nothing and that I have destroyed my life. I can’t even walk out my front door without someone accompanying me, in case I’m attacked. Of course, that’s only on the days I can actually get out of my bed.
There is a lighter side these days though. I’m in a new relationship and holding this one down so far. Seeing my mental health team helps me vent my emotions even when they are hard to express. Every minute of every day is a struggle. I’ve tried to end it, but I won’t let go. I won’t give up this time. I will carry on. I will stay strong. I hope this time it works.
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