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The Cliche Ups and Downs

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Credit: thefrizzkid on Redbubble I have more anger than depression these days, but both are greatly affecting me. My counselor told me she'd rather me be angry than depressed, since anger gives way to more fluctuation in moods than depression. Depression is often a flat-line: once you are depressed, it's very hard to climb out of that hellish pit. But anger is a high: it peaks and falls and rises back up again. Anger is "easier" to have than depression. At our last meeting, she told me it's good to be at a low because a high will follow, and good to be at a high since, though it will inevitably fall to a low, it will rise back up again. I often feel unsettled when I am aware of my own heartbeat, but I've come to find some comfort in the knowledge that something is moving in me, keeping me alive, when my brain is screaming I should be dead. I find a sweet haven in the heartbeats of others, mainly my fiance and friends. But I find myself angry at ...

Tigger & Rabbit

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I have this friend. Let's call him Rabbit. I'm Tigger. I annoy him. I try to be playful with him, but it makes him mad. I try to joke with him, but he doesn't laugh. I try to show him who I am, but it confuses him. I love Rabbit. I think Rabbit loves me, too. As friends, nothing more. I want him to be my best friend so desperately I beat myself up to elevate him. I truly think he's amazing. I truly think he deserves all the best. I truly think he's one of the reasons I am still alive. But I annoy him. Or is it just me who believes that? If he said it wasn't true, I wouldn't believe him. And guess what? He has. I asked him. He said it wasn't true. I don't believe him. And I keep bouncing back to the beginning.

I Hate Myself

"Hey, Amanda, how are you doing?" "I want to kill myself." "Hi, how are you!?" "I am so depressed I want to scream." "How's your day going so far?" "I wish I hadn't woke up this morning." ---------------------------------------------------------------- My name is Amanda Marie Heck. I am 21 years old. I am not proud of who I am. I have bipolar disorder. I have anger issues. I have depression. I have anxiety. I have mania. I have panic attacks. I have overwhelming self-loathing. I have suicidal thoughts. I hate myself. I have come to the realization I hate who I am. I hate my anger. I hate my doubts. I hate my depression. I hate being tired. I hate my existence. I love my fiance. I love my friends. I love my family. I love the color blue. I love horses. I love writing. I love reading. I love running. I love Disney. I love books. I hate myself. I love dolphins. I love sunsets....

Simple & Clean

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