Sure wish I could make her pain go away!
You feel bipolar. This morning you woke up refreshed, giddy, assured. Tonight, you’re a mess. Dark, desperate, insecure.
You will feel bipolar for many months. Trust me. Just when you think it’s over, it’s not. Your bliss will be shattered by stabbing pain that chokes you.
The thoughts are evil voices in your head. Sick obsessions that you have to shake off but can’t. You can’t communicate with the little devils. You shouldn’t answer their questions, even though you formulate your answers:
“Yes, she’s prettier.”
“No, I wish I hadn’t met him.”
“Yes, I’m sure they’re dating already.”
“No, she can have him. I’m done.”
“Yes, I’ll be okay someday.”
“No, I’m done with relationships.”
You fear falling asleep and recalling the nightmares when you wake up. But you have to admit, the dream of punching him in the face was worth remembering.
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