Honesty.

If there’s anything I’ve learned after being diagnosed as Bipolar, it’s that I would feel completely selfish and could never live with myself for bringing a child into the world. That might possibly end up with my lovely genes. The overdosing, arguing, screaming, crying, smiling, up & down and back around again episodes? Yea, would push me right over the edge for sure. Sometimes I can’t fathom why my family hasn’t chucked my belongings into the yard by now, because I? Could not put up with my shit.

If there’s anything better than being an anxiety & insomnia ridden bipolar…just keep it far, far away out of Seroquel’s reach.

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