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disappearintheether · 1 year

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#idk who made this but same #actuallymentallyill #actuallybipolar #actuallydepressed #actuallyanxious #bipolar problems

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skinnyr4t · 1 month

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just-system-things · 2 months

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Just bipolar system things:

Being fake claimed for being a system because you're bipolar (and therefore psychotic) and wanting to FUCKING RAGE about it, but doing some deep breaths because this is making our heart beat too fast.

(also being told by mania watchers that now we have to take at least an hour break from the internet so we can regulate. Joy.)

#system stuff #actually did #actually plural #cdd system #did osdd #osddid #polyfrag system #polyfragmented #sysblr #syscourse #actually bipolar #bipolar problems #mania #psychosis #ableism

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illnesschronicles · 10 days

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when the mania is Coming when its On the move when you feel the mania Arriving when its coming To you when its on the Prowl when The mania is entering When the mania is about to Happen wh

#bipolar #mental health #mental illness #actually mentally ill #bipolar culture #bipolar disorder #bipolar awareness #mania #manic #bipolar mania #bipolar episodes #bipolar girl #bipolar problems #bipolar posting #hypomania #hypomanic

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etherealsign282 · 9 months

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*is bipolar, with bpd and cptsd*

Me during my manic episodes: AND ANYWAY FUCK *insert person who betrayed me* *spends so many hours a week just writing the same rants that I've written before, becoming more unhinged and cruel as I go*

Me during my depressive episodes: hey maybe I'm like, idk, finally over my trauma. I haven't bitched about an abuser or traitor in a few weeks. I'm healing!

Me, back on my bullshit mania: oh and ANOTHER THING, YOU FUCKING BIT-

#trauma #mental health #mental illness #abuse survivor #bpd problems #type 2 bipolar #bipolar #bipolar problems #actually bpd #manic depressive #bipolar mania #manic episode #depressive episode #cptsd tag #i know this is bipolar talking #because i dont do this until the 3 hours of sleep hits #and i feel like i can lift a whole pallet jack at my job for the meme #and im convinced i can fistfight god himself

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bee26s · 2 years

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weeks of feeling happy

until one night

the guilt

and sadness

washed over me

so quickly

my overthinking thoughts

always get the better of me

HB

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bpd-draws · 3 months

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Hello!!!

This is my first time sharing my art so, I hope someone out there will enjoy it :) I have been drawing and making art since I was about 13 but only recently have felt like my style is starting to develop more. As you can see, my style is definitely more on the abstract side and is definitely still developing! This piece was just an abstract art practice I did but I liked how it came out :)

I find abstract art to be a lot more freeing, but I also find I am usually happier with the results of the abstract art I make as well :3 this is just the beginning of some of the art pieces I have made recently and this was done in a sketchbook.

I will try to post on here weekly with new art pieces!! Sometimes they can be a little deep and show a look into what I am going through regarding my mental health issues. Please be kind in the comments and such I am super sensitive lolz and if you don't like what I post you definitely don't have to follow!!

I will also try to put trigger warnings on the pieces I think could maybe be to others.

I hope whoever is reading this has an absolutely amazing day!!!

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hisjunkiegf · 11 months

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i’m too young to be thinking about death.

#💭#bipolor #soberlife #living with bipolar #bipolar problems #benzo addiction #benzo addict #junkie #snorting benzo #girls who do drugs #girls who like drugs #drugs addict #drug addiction

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astaraels · 7 months

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me this morning: foaming at the mouth and flipping my shit to the point of almost giving my wife a panic attack

me this evening: ...apparently I forgot to take my meds 😬

#sometimes you're hypomanic because you didn't take your crazy pills kids!#bipolar problems

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melmodest · 5 months

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MANIC

Am I normal?

Does it consider normal?

I’ve been staying up several nights in a raw

writing notes

that don’t have any sense.

They do have a sense –

to me.

But me is me.

I’m not destined to make choices for other creatures.

Just me.

These days I’m unusually productive –

washed filth from my drawers

and dusted my desk.

I’ve been fueled with coffee –

black neat and bitter.

I’m so in love with the world

currently.

And people.

I’m never fond of people.

They represent malice

and blooming poisonous flowers

in well-maintained gardens

hidden behind fenced houses.

I love people

currently.

They seem fine

and kind.

I find people funny.

Lately, I’ve been energized to the point I started to consider myself a genius.

At the moment I am strongly convinced

that I am glamorous

and a conqueror of the Milky Way.

Do you think I’m heading only halfway?

Should I level up the stakes of the play?

I will probably win.

I will grab victory

as a trophy

and put it to my collection of trinkets

abandoned on the highest shelves

in a closet

with spider webs

littered in corners.

I’m talking too fast.

Lately my head has been whirling in a salsa dance

scaling up volume

each second.

My swirling thoughts have been passing by

like strangers.

It’s absolute truth and lie –

they can be passersby

but never strangers.

Yesterday I baked a pie

filled with cherries and strawberries.

A pie is mine.

I didn’t share my pie

with anyone.

‘Cause I’m thirsty

and starving

and my famine demands I swallow up each piece

of a pie

filled with quizzes,

puzzles

and

brain teasers,

for me

to make up my mind

what will it be

cherries

or

strawberries

or,

maybe,

me?

(I didn’t know which was rotten).

It’s a mere blink of an eye.

I open my eyes

And ask, "Why?"

Why now?

Couldn’t you wait?

A little.

This is the part

I lose sync with emerald green grass and pure blue sky.

This is the part

when I sink.

I don’t want to sink.

I don’t want to get drowned in the rain.

Not again.

But my mind always finds its way

to intrude my vein.

My mind is my favorite game.

My mind and I play this game

forever.

My mind is a dexterous player.

And I’m a sucker.

But we are both too adamant

and fixed

on beating one another.

It’s getting hazy

more,

more

and more.

I don’t want to get blind!

I don’t want to get deaf!

It’s cold.

And I sniffle.

I mopped the floor in the living room.

I mowed the lawn.

I trimmed bushes in the backyard.

I swept the backyard

and the driveway

I threw away

my getaway

to downplay

my chances

to lose the game.

I am ready to fight the fall.

But the fall isn’t ready to let me loose.

Am I normal?

Does it consider normal?

I’ve been very productive lately.

I’ve been utterly happy,

Enjoying my time out of home

and conversations with people on phone.

I’m in love with people.

I love people.

I worship people.

I’ve been staying up every night

13 days in a raw –

two hours of sleep at night,

food-deprived.

I am alright.

But my fingers are trembling

and I am sweating too much.

Cold sweat.

I bet

it’s just my head

plays all sneaky and tricky.

Please,

head,

don’t flicker.

I NEED to stay up all night.

To write.

To love people.

I don’t want to hate people.

Or green grass.

Or blue sky.

I want to be starving and thirsty.

I want to crave life.

I want to stay happy

and smiley

and productive.

I NEED me.

I need me to be mine.

Please,

head,

don’t flicker.

I need me.

I need THIS version of me

loving,

confident,

bright.

Please,

head,

I promise

I will surrender.

I will crawl under my bedsheets to replenish all sleepless nights.

I will sleep

and sink

and dive deep into the waters

of your diabolical genius.

I will be your obedient kid.

The one you need.

Please,

head,

I admit

I am not normal.

It doesn’t consider normal.

We are two sides of one coin.

Versions.

But,

head,

give me time, stop this whirlwind motion.

I welcome both versions.

Head,

I’m in love with this version of me

more.

.

A couple years ago I was very stubborn and still partially in denial to admit that smth was wrong with me. I hoped that whatever it was it would just pass by itself. I was foolish and yet to seek a proper treatment and go into therapy knowing that was probably the best way to finally have my life back in my hands. I was flipping episode after episode trying to collect the scattered all over the place pieces of myself - from utter despair to the highest elation. Highs. Lows. I wrote this when I was in one of my highs. Rereading it now, I think this piece is a very detailed retelling of that time - chaotic, all pastel colors and dark splashes, bittersweet happy joy. I loved that me.

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#poets on tumblr #poetry #poems on tumblr #bymel #bipolar #bipolar disorder #bipolar problems #mood swings #bipolar mania #manic episodes #love #low and high tides #pastel colors #self love #self loathing

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madsad-but-true · 10 months

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I don’t mind my mental illness killing me but it’s killing my family too

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etherealsign282 · 8 months

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"you're so obsessed with --"

Yeah I'm mentally ill, my "mental health advocate" friend. Sometimes I get hyperfixated or "obsessed" with the bad things that have happened or the bad things you've done. Sorry I'm not the quirky uwu kind of mentally ill person that you're used to. I'm sure you were really banking on me to forgive and forget, and resume my doormat phase, but my symptoms neglected to tell you that they are inconvenient at the worst possible times.

#mental health #mental illness #mental disorder #actually mentally ill #mental health community #mental health stigma #actually bpd #actually adhd #cptsd tag #bipolar problems #obsession #hyperfixations

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bee26s · 1 year

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Is it just another low?

Is it just another high?

It is better this time?

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