The aftermath of my family reunion. Well I’m alive and still have my support team in place.

But really though I feel like I’m breaking into a billion pieces and just trying to pick them back up and put them together again.

So why do I feel this way after seeing my family? Well my family is a stressor. Not all members understand my bipolar disorder. Some dont even try to understand it. Just a little bit of effort goes a long way.

As I’m putting back the pieces I’m staying around those closest to me. I’m on the verge of a mental breakdown and am screaming out for help. No one knows how to help and I dont know what else to do except be there for me.

Bipolar disorder is very hard to live with. I’m crashing hard from being manic. But with all this I can still see the light at the end of the tunnel.

#bipolardisorder #pennyforyourthoughts

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