This is me this last month. If I'm with my mind occupied with activities that require thinking I work fine. As soon as I stop it... I feel like crying and other stuffs.
It's amazing how hard it is to control emotions.
I'm asking for some help and it makes me feel terrible because it seems that I should be able to do it by myself.
Not for the moment. I have to accept that for the moment I need some help and I'll have to listen to all those advices that I should do this or that, things I don't care not even when I'm fine.
But when it comes from people who really care about you it causes no harm because this is the way people find to be helpful.
What always amazes me is that even mild emotional problems have to be hidden. People judge you whenever you need a little help, when you are not fully in control of yourself even when you just say that all you need is "a little patience" nothing more.
One can ask numerous favors for others but if you are depressed you have to think twice asking for a tiny thing. I cannot imagine what people who spend all their money during a maniac phase have to take from people who surround them. It must be hard.
I talking about it because I met a woman who was devastated because she has spend all her money. I started thinking about her family and friends.
I know some people have help from their families. But according to my experience and the experience of many it is a moral issue.
I hope it makes some sense because I'm not good in writing about this things. I have to take care of myself now.
Funny, I thought I would never feel this way. It's nothing serious but I'm not fine. Everybody has periods like that but when you have been prescribed so many drugs and is taking some because you cannot stand withdrawal, drugs that contributes to the way you're feeling but people can't see it's a little hard to say you're not a nutter.
I don't care. I just want to feel fine.
7 hours ago