I haven’t been on here in months.
Life is hard at the moment. I turned 18 not so long ago. There’s been lots of drama. But, then again nothing ever does come easy for me does it.
I’m constantly tired and depressed. At least I’ve lost weight. Not because I’ve been trying to, because I just forget to eat because I’m too busy crying in my room. All I seem to do is cry myself to sleep.
I wish I could just start life over again. Another chance. But no one gets that do they? I suppose smart ass people will say “you have a new chance every new day.” But you don’t forget what happened. Nothing is ever forgotten, it’s always there. Maybe not in your conscious. But boy do I know that it’s there. And things/memories just pop up at any time. Mostly the most inconvenient.
But, I think it’s time I start looking after myself. Start living for me. Seeing as though I’m newly single. After being in a serious relationship since my 15th birthday. I really don’t know anymore. I think I’m in a rut. But I’m going to get out – I am. I thought I’d hit rock bottom, but what I thought was rock bottom is nothing compared to what I’m going through now. “Hard” isn’t even the definition.
Aaaaaaah… Life. Isn’t it fun? And I’m only 18!
Anyway, just a vent.
God wouldn’t have allowed it unless he had a purpose.
Don’t just go through it, grow through it 🌻
To me claustrophobia is more than being trapped in small spaces. I’m scared of being trapped in relationships. I’m scared of being limited to one thing. I’m scared of people thinking they’re protecting me when really they’re smothering me. I’m scared of being in a position where I’m completely dependent on someone else & myself completely helpless.
Being smothered by people is the worst. It scares the living shit out of me. For example today, we were at the mall looking for shoes for a wedding that I am going to & the people that I was with were smothering me, “What about these.” “Or these, they’re really nice.” & so on & so forth. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, it’s the fact that they get all up in my face & carry on asking me if I’m okay. I suffer from panic attacks & obviously you have to go into a mall to shoe shop. If I wasn’t okay then I would ask to leave. But I was fine until they started telling me to be this & that.
I eventually got so panicked I went outside to have a smoke by the car & ended up having a panic attack & feeling so claustrophobic even though I was out in the parking lot!
I absolutely hate it. I wouldn’t wish claustrophobia on my worst enemy!
You’re still here in my dreams,
But I wish you weren’t.
Seeing that big smile in person was amazing,
No one can compare to you.
The only one who saved me,
The only one who took an interest.
Mum says I’ll see you again,
I hope I go to heaven too.
It will be 4 years that you have been gone in 10 days,
Please watch over me & help me get through it.
I love you for eternity,
Rest in paradise, Grandad 💕
Do you want to be bipolar?
Because I’ll happily swap.
You go around saying you are,
With no proof,
None at all.
Pretending to be bipolar isn’t fair,
It just proves that you don’t care.
To be bipolar is quite shit,
So don’t be all pathetic and have no whit.
I can’t believe that you would be so sly,
When there’s bipolar people out there wanting to die.
This is from me, AshKaay,
So have your own life and go your own way.
…goodnight REAL fellow bipolar sufferers 💕
Does every bipolar person get to that stage where they can’t be bothered to take their pills. Or think they’ll do better without them?
Because I’m at that stage. Taking my tablets makes me feel sick. I absolutely despise taking them. They make me feel like an out cast, not normal, different. And yes it’s good to be different but not in this way.
Taking my tablets in front of friends is horrifying. Going out to a club is horrifying, people ask, “why aren’t you drinking.” I say I don’t feel like it but they try & force you to. Then you end up telling them the whole story. “Because I take tabs,” “why?” “I’m bipolar” & so on & so forth.
“Be careful who you open up to. Only a few people actually care, the rest are just curious.” -Anonymous
so I’m thinking about deleting this blog, all I do is vent to myself. It sounds stupid when I say it outloud.
It’s not doing any good or bad so what’s the point?
“Bipolar disorder is like a thief.
It steals and never gives back.”
I really feel shitty. My boyfriend goes to work in Zimbabwe for 10 days on Wednesday. I don’t know what I’m going to do without him.
Luckily I see my psychologist on Thursday so it’s not so bad.
I’m tired constantly and I’m so over it right now. I’ve been good – haven’t been sleeping in the day. But, I think today I deserve a nap!
I just this second got a whatsapp from my mother in law asking if I want to go pick out a bath & lots of new things for the house we are building on the farm. I can’t turn that down cause I love interior decorating. But there’s always a catch. Lunch with our pastor & his wife!
Any prayers for no panic attacks would be greatly appreciated.
“He who kneels before God, can stand before anyone.”
Have a good day,
Like the title says; we can’t make everyone happy. Which is completely 100% true.
I know how it feels when you try so hard for someone to be happy with what you’ve done/achieved/said, etc. and they aren’t. It’s a crappy feeling.
But it’s reality, not everyone is going to be happy with us all the time. So why do we get so worked up when we can’t make these people happy and content? It’s because we try so hard. We try hard for acceptance. To prove to them we are ‘normal’.
It might not be that way for everyone but I know it is for me.
But you know what, we can’t make everyone happy, try & if it fails then at least you know that you put in the effort from your side to try.
Remember you can’t make everyone happy, you’re not a Nutella jar 😛 .
I’ve taken my tablets so if this post isn’t 100%, blame it on them not me 😂 .
Chin up beauties,