12,437 Days Alive
295 Days Since Diagnosis
I spent the entire day in bed with a migraine. Couldn’t go to work, couldn’t even keep down water until after four pm. Not a good day.
It’s been 295 days since my diagnosis of bipolar one. I still hate it.
I’m still struggling with cost of medication, with finding a good therapist, dealing with everything.
It seems so overwhelming.
It’s been storming all day, which might be why I have such a bad headache. I dunno.
I’m going back to bed.
Take your meds, folks
Postmark Wonderland 