Jun 14, 2008 22:58
Poor judgement is a symptom of mania.
I'm clearly depressed.
I don't think I'm cycling, because I've *stayed* depressed, and I'm taking my meds like a good girl. Tremors. Joy. {sarcasm intended}
And yet I sit here and do stupid shit that I know better than to do. I admit to it! And I do it anyway. I take what precautions I can but that doesn't really excuse me.
I guess I do it because I'm frustrated and lonely and angry at a whole lot of crap that isn't anyone's fault. I can't injure myself so I take stupid risks in other ways. I hate myself SO MUCH.
Should I vanish, and you think I've fallen prey to a space alien or serial killer, check in with my best friend of the past 12ish years. (Mville people will know him as "Snuggybear".) I leave my info with him. Just in case.