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Depression is not as simple as “feeling sad”. You can break a smile but still feel empty. I heard someone give me an advice to “cry it out” but there’s nothing coming out. I can’t cry. At times I drift into thoughts where people I love would be better without me. My days of negativity can be burdensome.
Why do I do what I do? What is the meaning of life? Why do we even exist? I’m hanging by a thread. This will not last forever. Nothing does. #BeingBipolar is an everyday struggle. When we’re manic, we can be productive, but our inhibitions are low. When we’re depressed, we need to have twice, thrice the motivation to even get up. To live.
Ang haba na pala nito. Long enough to be a blog post. Ang dami kong backlog, but my mind is blank. I’m thankful to have friends who stays. Friends who accept me for who I am. What I am.
I may not be what fits the standard of what a friend is. But I’m here if you need me. Because I know how it feels to be broken. Hang in there. I’ll try to do the same too.