Did you know you can emotionally die? I didn’t either until a building came crashing down on my chest and my head decided to be a helium balloon. That’s what my body feels like right now. I know it’s insane.
I’ve ask for permission to die. I’ve literally asked for that. Of course I’ve been denied. People who are in final stages of cancer, diabetes, and heart failure get to make that decision but I don’t.
I’m in the final stages of Bipolar Disorder. It’s disgusting, embarrassing, painful, and raw.
I have lost everything to this Disorder. I’ve lost everything to Alcoholism.
There’s no coming back Bob.