In my experience It would seem everyone that I’ve come across has some type of secret, someone tells another something in confidence and therefore it becomes a pact or deal of some type between the two and they call that a secret or at least my own personal definition, however we also have our own secrets the ones we never tell anyone about…..the ones we keep hidden dark and deep and inside of us. There is a purpose why some of us keep secrets to ourselves but why….. why do we keep some things hidden from everyone?
I’m not of this world 🌎
I have lost
The Friends ……as I walked away
I lost it all
Had bills to pay
I lost my son, he is not the boy he was
And now it would seem I must accept I have lost a love I’ll never understand ……. boy to man~
So remember me and I’ll remember you….. yes I know I bit off more than I can chew
I lost the will to continue on
So I’m walking away it’s time to move on
You and I both know
You broke me
Still yet I am here
I’m gonna walk away now gotta learn somehow
You know I know you are with him
Hard headed always was
I’ll see you again in this I’m sure
Remember from this point my intentions pure
But I’m waving goodbye to you
I’m walking away now in this I know
I have to go
Catch you on another day, time, place, or another life
These wounds cut like a knife
Looking back once more
Wish you would talk to me once Again, before I close the exit door
First of all how do you even know for sure that it is bipolar?
Everyone has different realities and perceptions.
The anger well did you let this person down in any way?
See anger comes from being let down. I know. When someone wrongs me I get very angry. I can rip them to threads if need be.
So there is no answer to this question that would constitute a useful suggestion.
If you don’t know what to call it?
Because there is nothing to call perhaps you may need to talk with someone yourself about this troubling situation.
I can tell you therapy and a support system with friend helps a bunch.
But yeah…..if you feel this strongly and don’t know what to call it I advise you to get Therapy as well. Good luck God bless
I have thought over and over about the events that provoked my most recent manic episode.
It began on July 28 of 2018. Let me begin by saying that often extreme Manic episodes take time to build up to a Crescendo so to speak, to hit its high….. to hit the apex of insanity. Stress always is the catalyst, I hadn’t seen my son in months although I share custody. I was being parentally alienated, I was in a stressful relationship and I had to many people around me with drama,like mental vampires that suck all your peace and solitude away from your mind.
As I write this I realize that this may be too much to write too soon after these events occurred, events that should never occurred yet unfortunately did.
But I want to be brave and I don’t want what happened to me to happen to others, that is why I write this blog is to educate and share my personal experiences in hope that someone else can learn and understand bipolar disorder and posttraumatic stress disorder better. Read the links below this Is where 2 inmates died in less than a year in this jail because they don’t care and do what they want when they want. Why? They don’t listen nor care , See that’s another thing they won’t give you your meds either. I take benzodiazepines, you are not to stop abruptly or you could go into seizure and die. I know this happened to me once while baker acted I almost died because they wouldn’t give me my usual dose of benzodiazepine. Here is the article this only shows part of the negligence at Lake County jail
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.wftv.com/amp/news/9-investigates/lake-county-sheriffs-office-investigates-armor-correctional-following-inmates-death/760398047 and here is another story https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.orlandosentinel.com/news/lake/os-ne-lake-county-jail-inmate-suicide-20190122-story,amp.html
I lost a lot this last episode I even lost myself for a while. I should’ve been baker acted but instead I was taken to jail for 101 days of hell.
I was also tasered in the heart while seated in my vehicle by an officer who knows and is well aware of my condition…..my disability which is bipolar disorder and posttraumatic stress disorder and yet he treated me and my disability without regard. This cop has baker acted me before. The police report is full of lies all my stuff was stolen there were about 20 responders…. too many …. shit got all fucked up, and a lot of my expensive things are gone….. stolen. I even lost my car.
I can’t go into detail right now after a lot of thought, I also have attorneys they probably wouldn’t want me talk about my experience while they are investigating case numbers of complaints I was brave enough to report to a nurse who helped me.
I held onto that piece of paper with a single case number and the name of the officer who put me into a room alone with him present while I was directed to write all of the things that happened to me.
I remembering asking him after hours of writing “is that all I get is a piece of paper with just a case number no dates no nothing but a number and your name?” Seriously?” Yep.
I was called the quiet one in jail. I didn’t talk much and I never cried. Couldn’t I shut down. I had no emotion left. Most likely all the trauma. Upon release on November 5th still no emotions. Honestly I only started crying after I watched all of the show “Breaking Bad” I completely could relate to Jesse’s character at the end, he drives away, and Walter white (aka Eisenberg) is on the lab floor dying as the cops are coming. That was the last episode…..I could feel for the first time watching it as it ended Jesse did the most amazing job of hitting that steering wheel so hard crying and screaming from all he endured, I felt it in…..that moment and it all bled through and finally after 5 and half months I cried…… so hard.
One day maybe I’ll tell more. Till then you can fill in blanks or not.
Perhaps I should have called this Breaking Bad…. 101 days of hell..or
“Finally I Cried, I’m beginning to feel again. . Now maybe I can learn to write again I’m learning to live again slowly. Thanks for reading. Breaking Bad definitely…….
I had an experience this weekend I must share with those who THINK they are mentally ILL~cause I dove into hell as a test to see how bad mental health stigma is too alive and well. And what I have to say completely will blow your mind.
PS when delving into hell you must be very strong, brave, courageous, and victorious, and strong faith in your God, and be flawless in execution. Then and only then delve in…….notice what no one else notices as you will know what no 1 knows. So keep watching it’s coming soon~ and like they used to say long long ago when TV’s would go static and then broadcast…… this is a test at 2:00 am it would broadcast ….this is a test this is only a test of the emergency broadcast system….. when was the last time you heard that on tv and we weren’t in any type of disagreements among the USA….. now on high alert present day, you never hear that anymore. Now Think~ yep there you go….exactly!
I want to talk and visit with my Ghost again although I can’t see him I think he’s my friend.
My ghost would always be near right now…. right in here.
I miss the glitches and all things strange at least when around him I don’t go insane.
He has hurt me a few times
He has loved me more too
I know my ghost well…… his name, his game, how he watches each time my life takes a fall.
Wondering if this Women can take it all. The ghost see’s it’s to much and further more scared to touch.
My ghost may not know this but I live very near wonder if me and my ghost cause each other fear…. or hope for a better day one where we actually can meet face to face one day.
This ghost fascination with me may never die also my ghost usually makes me laugh and not cry
What’s sad as I mentioned is you can scare Ghost too, and sometimes the ghost might even be you~