I really love this 
Not sure if anybody else struggles with bipolar. It’s a blessing and a curse at the same time. I have type one where I only deal with manic episodes. I don’t deal with depression. It does start off somewhat fun being full of outrageous ideas, extreme energy, false sense of beliefs, but then after time it turns into agitation and paranoia and other issues at least that’s how it goes for me. Taking medication to control the manic episodes has helped me greatly and haven’t got to out there in my head and at least a year or more. I also try to not drink too much caffeine. Make sure I’m sleeping. And if I am struggling I try my hardest to think before I act or speak and be careful who I surround myself with. I guess I have to utilize my mental health issues to be honest I wouldn’t really have it any other way. It’s been a part of me my whole entire life Or as long as I can remember. My uncle has schizophrenia and my dad has bipolar one as well. It’s just part of my genetics. I know the drinking and drugs won’t help me slow down like I thought they did in the past… Only create more problems
I have started to listen to a book called breakfast with Seneca and I am fascinated.
He is talking about a 21 day challenge of no complaints. I am thinking about it since then, like thought tiptoeing around it, maybe start tomorrow 
Wow.
“Piglet?” said Pooh.
“Yes?” said Piglet.
“I’m scared,” said Pooh.
For a moment, there was silence.
“Would you like to talk about it?” asked Piglet, when Pooh didn’t appear to be saying anything further.
“I’m just so scared,” blurted out Pooh.
“So anxious. Because I don’t feel like things are getting any better. If anything, I feel like they might be getting worse. People are angry, because they’re so scared, and they’re turning on one another, and there seems to be no clear plan out of here, and I worry about my friends and the people I love, and I wish SO much that I could give them all a hug, and oh, Piglet! I am so scared, and I cannot tell you how much I wish it wasn’t so.”
Piglet was thoughtful, as he looked out at the blue of the skies, peeping between the branches of the trees in the Hundred Acre Wood, and listened to his friend.
“I’m here,” he said, simply. “I hear you, Pooh. And I’m here.”
For a moment, Pooh was perplexed.
“But… aren’t you going to tell me not to be so silly? That I should stop getting myself into a state and pull myself together? That it’s hard for everyone right now?”
“No,” said Piglet, quite decisively. “No, I am very much not going to do any of those things.”
“But - " said Pooh.
“I can’t change the world right now,” continued Piglet. "And I am not going to patronise you with platitudes about how everythng will be okay, because I don’t know that.
"What I can do, though, Pooh, is that I can make sure that you know that I am here. And that I will always be here, to listen; and to support you; and for you to know that you are heard.
"I can’t make those Anxious Feelings go away, not really.
“But I can promise you that, all the time I have breath left in my body…you won’t ever need to feel those Anxious Feelings alone.”
And it was a strange thing, because even as Piglet said that, Pooh could feel some of those Anxious Feelings start to loosen their grip on him and could feel one or two of them start to slither away into the forest, cowed by his friend, who sat there stolidly next to him.
Pooh thought he had nevr been more grateful to have Piglet in his life.
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Waking hangover free NEVER gets old!!!
The monster is coming from the person’s butt because stress is shitty hahahaha 
