[Content Warning: Suicidal Ideation.] YESTERDAY I died. It was four in the morning when I walked to my favorite bridge with a gun in my pocket. I hated mornings, especially cold mornings, but I was still drunk from the night before so I wasn’t really
I have Bipolar I Disorder, which basically means I’ve had one or more full blown manic episodes as well as depression. I also suffer from mixed states, and about once a year I have hypomania (not quite mania). Definition: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypomania My hypomania can be triggered
Robin Williams’s death made me think that maybe I should talk about something I don’t usually talk about. To confess this makes me feel stained or needy. Broken. But this is for him and the others who have felt what he felt. What I have