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Fascination. | The not-so secret life of a manic depressant.
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The not-so secret life of a manic depressant. My battle with bipolar disorder. August 12, 2015. She had a fascination. It wasn’t that it was somewhat unknown to her, more so, that it was what she had always wanted. She wanted to do what was different. Wanted to get lost in a world of riveting adventures and mystery. She was boxed in. Smothered with feelings of claustrophobia; a rut that could not be broken. Everything she wanted was right around the corner, but ever so slightly out of her reach. Create a...
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The Depths. | The not-so secret life of a manic depressant.
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The not-so secret life of a manic depressant. My battle with bipolar disorder. August 15, 2015. She wanted to be in the depths of it all. You know; the passionate embraces, the kissing and touching of the whole body. The heat and the sweat, the raw passion. She wanted it all. The rough grabbing, the domination. The sweet post-sex cuddles where she lost track of where each body began. She wanted it all, and she wanted it now. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0.
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August | 2015 | The not-so secret life of a manic depressant.
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The not-so secret life of a manic depressant. My battle with bipolar disorder. Monthly Archives: August 2015. August 31, 2015. She longed for a deep slumber in which she dreamed of marvellous anomalies. Oh, how she longed for that. She missed those types of sleeps like she had never missed anything before. You see, when she did not get her correct sleep, she did not function quite as normal. There was a little less sparkle in her smile, colour in her face, spring in her step. August 31, 2015. My dreams w...
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Sweet Nothings | The not-so secret life of a manic depressant.
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The not-so secret life of a manic depressant. My battle with bipolar disorder. August 16, 2015. She kissed his lips and whispered “goodnight” into his ear, as he blissfully doze off into sleep. She watched him for a while. There was something about him that was so special, something unexplainable, something wonderful. After a while, she decided to curl up next to him. He was warm and cozy, and he immediately shuffled into a position where she would fit perfectly amongst him; like a jigsaw puzzle. You are...
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June | 2015 | The not-so secret life of a manic depressant.
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The not-so secret life of a manic depressant. My battle with bipolar disorder. Monthly Archives: June 2015. June 30, 2015. Bipolar Disorder And Sleep. Sleep is the most important thing to me; and with good reason. When you have Bipolar Disorder, good circadian rhythms (particularly with sleep) are incredibly crucial to your mental health. Without an adequate amount of sleep, which varies between patient, you can experience mood swings resulting in episodes – manic or depressive. Love to you all x. I̵...
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May | 2015 | The not-so secret life of a manic depressant.
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The not-so secret life of a manic depressant. My battle with bipolar disorder. Monthly Archives: May 2015. May 31, 2015. The Touch Of Happiness. And she felt something touch her. Something that had been just ever so slightly out of her grasp for years of her life. Something so precious and important that she needed it. Something that ignited the flame within in her, giving light to passions which were left burnt out in the past. Something so warm and fulfilling that she lusted after it daily. May 30, 2015.
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March | 2015 | The not-so secret life of a manic depressant.
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The not-so secret life of a manic depressant. My battle with bipolar disorder. Monthly Archives: March 2015. March 31, 2015. I recently returned from holidays in my hometown. Instead of sickening feelings of regret and dismay, I was met with a great excitement. Excitement to go to what I now consider. Perhaps it’s the new house I live in, or the job, or the fact I was missing my partner and dog. But I do know this; I finally feel like I have my own home and family. And that is all I have ever wanted.
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Hate my fuckn name | adifferentlifebeinglived
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Hate my fuckn name. August 14, 2015. I’ve always hated my name. Should just fuckn change it. I hate it when they say it. Makes me cringe. Filed under child abuse. Post traumatic stress disorder. 7 responses ». August 14, 2015 at 10:37 am. You can be whoever you wanna be! Liked by 1 person. August 14, 2015 at 12:53 pm. August 14, 2015 at 2:05 pm. Liked by 1 person. August 14, 2015 at 2:16 pm. Liked by 1 person. August 14, 2015 at 7:23 pm. Liked by 1 person. August 15, 2015 at 12:36 am.
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July | 2015 | The not-so secret life of a manic depressant.
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The not-so secret life of a manic depressant. My battle with bipolar disorder. Monthly Archives: July 2015. July 26, 2015. Mutated butterflies; returning for their flight. Choosing to make their way into the mind and stomach. Mutated butterflies; a hidden pain. Something so delicate, yet so beautiful, alas untouchable. Mutated butterflies; fluttering away. Thoughts of beauty and what ifs and everything beneath the sun. July 21, 2015. 8221; She asked. He looked at her, loving every word she said, as usual.
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The not-so secret life of a manic depressant. | My battle with bipolar disorder | Page 2
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The not-so secret life of a manic depressant. My battle with bipolar disorder. October 16, 2016. This is what it feels like when you’re really suffering from Depression and Anxiety disorders. Like you cannot breathe, you cannot speak, there is no one to help you and there is certainly no damn escape, no matter how hard you try. But know this; the ones who keep swimming despite the very real fear of drowning in mental illness, do come out on top, for they learn to swim time and time again. October 16, 2016.