It is potent, this bi-polar shit. Even with the decision to take my medications (which I am back on) and see a counselor again, etc. my life is still crazy. I completely flipped out on my roommate tonight for the first time in 8 days. It was the longest I’ve gone flipping out on someone in about three or four years. It was still shitty. Now that I think about it, I also flipped out on Talli tonight… but managed to get myself under control before anything really led anywhere, thank God. No matter what, it was really shitty, and totally crushing.
So result- me crying and actually, legitimately, having a moment of- ‘Why DON’T I slit my wrists tonight?’ That’s when I immediately sat down where I was (I was toweling off in the shower) laid in fetal position for awhile and convinced myself the moment would pass. I’m still here so- obviously it did. How embarrassing to admit, but true.
Incidentally- do you know what my roommate was doing while I went through my freak out fest? Looking online for my favorite show and buying me the second season of it for Christmas. God I feel like a dick.
I hadn’t really had a suicidal thought in a long time though, so in some demented way, having one tonight was almost comforting. Almost.