I'm Living Bipolar 2

Six years ago today I went into the hospital for a mental break down. I was only 100 pounds and dropping weight fast. I was a wreak. I refused to eat infrit on anyone. I cried at a drop of a hat. I could do anything without feeling like a loser. It was miserable. I was miserable.  I remember that night I held the pills in my hand. My husband walked in and saw them. He immediately came to my aid not yelling or mad. He came to me peacefully and with love. He made two calls. One to my therapist and the other to my best friend. Both said the same thing. Take her to Netcare. So I went.  My husband drove me all the way across town and had to drop me off. He had to leave me to strangers. They had to take care of me. It was the hardest thing he has ever had to do. My heart raced as I waited for an opening in a facility. Someone to take a broken mother of four. OSU Pshyc took me.  The first night was difficult. Lots of talking and repeating everything that had hurt me. All my emot...

In a matter of days I will be thirty-nine. I'm having a difficult time with this. I don't want to get older. I don't feel older. I don't look older. Why do I have to age? I'm still young and sexy. I still have what it takes. Don't I?? At least I'm hoping so. Life had been rough. Pregnant daughter living at home with no job prospects. Son who's out looking for a job everyday is getting nothing. The youngest is struggling I in school and I don't know how to help her bc I don't understand it myself. I have my oldest daughter talking about leaving the father of her child if he doesn't get off his ass a work. Also a FIL who never leaves. I swear he wants to move in but doesn't know how to ask us. Maybe once the kids are out of the house. Then maybe. When the hubs got fired last month that fucked us up really bad. Now we're struggling and I don't know how to fix it. I used to say that we didn't have drama in our lives. It was always...