Wow. Has it been almost a year since I wrote anything. And what a year it's been. My last entry was in May so I'll start there. My best friend cheated on her husband of 5 years with someone she worked with. I let her stay with us for several months. She ate my food. Drank my juice and slept on my couch. I was there for her for every tear. Every sob. I tried to help pick up the broken pieces of her life, but she didn't want any part of it. She was being selfish. She was only thinking of herself. She left her daughter with her father and went on her own. Because she was always in her car blaring her music. She jumped from one man to another for months. When she finally found someone that she liked, she wouldn't let us meet him. I thought that it was odd, but I let it go. By the end of January 2015 I no longer had a best friend. She talked to much shit about me. Talking about how I'm toxic and she wants to get rid of all the crap in her life. So I don't talk ...
I'm bipolar and want to tell my story. I want to help those who need advice and support. I love to answer questions about mental illness. I hope you like what I have to say.