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.
This was one of the days that hell on Earth broke free from my brain. I had planned it to the last second. The amount of Thorazine I would take and beers I would add on top of it. I followed my instructions and wrote my letters. I did everything the way it was written out but still it didn’t work. I begged and screamed to be left alone. I locked myself in a room and wouldn’t answer the police or paramedics. Why wouldn’t they just fucking go away? Oh yeah, they aren’t paid to do that. I’m sure they wanted to considering they were dealing with a 41 year old woman whom they probably thought was acting like she was 2 or maybe 5 or 16.
I begged for my right to die. I don’t have to live do I? Apparently you don’t get that right to decide. I was involuntarily committed to the worst county hospital around and fought them tooth and nail about rights. By the way, you do not get to decide if you want to live or die, they decide. I learned I don’t get a right to decide, I also learned that they will slam you the fuck up against the wall if you say fuck this shit and not take medication. All and all I was lucky compared to the guy who could break through the walls of the rooms because of anger. Dude was mad. I wasn’t even that mad. And then….he was as chill as a fucking ice cream cone.
I always have it planned x4 but don’t have it in my mind to do it x4. Right now….I’m stable and don’t have to see my psychiatrist for 6 months. (YES)
Ya know just sitting here on my first cup of coffee reading you fine people. Keep it simple y’all!
Obviously The Countess has been gone and now she’s back for right now. Howdy.
I’ve been there and here, everywhere. I’ve done this, that, and stuff. I’m still an Alcoholic and Bipolar. I still love green, bats, Jason Statham, and coffee. I’m a little more sarcastic and a little less caring. I’m the woman in a room with the keg nodding like I give a shit.
I now have a 16 year old daughter who actually digs me (tell her I said digs, she’ll love that) and an 11 year old boy who is challenged with mental illness issues. It’s sweet to see him trying so hard. I feel for him to feel that way at 11. I’m 42 and I’m fucked, he’s 11 and hopeful.
Jason Statham hasn’t noticed me and Bayern Munich is losing their shit (get it together guys), I now have an Nespresso and am wired, always.
I’m pissy and happy, at the same time.
I’m Countess Bats. I’m doing pretty ummmm normal.
And all of that was insignificant information so Hi.