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Knowing I’m a Rabbit…
…Doesn’t Keep Me from Running… …Or Digging Burrows… I thought that I could escape the pitfalls of being Bipolar if I could recognize the phases. That I could help others understand me, if I could just explain what I’m experiencing. Why do I want you to understand me? I have wanted to be loved andContinueContinue reading “Knowing I’m a Rabbit…”
With a Side of Self-Loathing
But I try, and I try… Oh LORD, I’m feeling sorry for myself again. At least that side of me is: the squirming, deprecating side. The me that never gets too happy or too encouraged, because she knows, we all know, that the other shoe will drop. It is a rodeo, and you areContinueContinue reading “With a Side of Self-Loathing”
