I
am writing about the night that I stormed out the door of our apartment
without telling my wife where I was going, because not even I knew
where I was going. And how I wound up in Raleigh at my best friend's
door at 10 at night. God only knows how I made it to the highway
without crashing the car at the high speed I was going at.
This is the part of bipolar disorder that I hate the most. Asking God why He let me have something like this when it destroyed my capacity to think clearly or to have empathy to others. When I know that's not the way I really am at all.
Hating the things that I've done to others, mental illness or not.
500 words into Chapter 23. I started it yesterday afternoon.
This is going to take awhile.
This is the part of bipolar disorder that I hate the most. Asking God why He let me have something like this when it destroyed my capacity to think clearly or to have empathy to others. When I know that's not the way I really am at all.
Hating the things that I've done to others, mental illness or not.
500 words into Chapter 23. I started it yesterday afternoon.
This is going to take awhile.
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