Depression. Every negative feeling I have is blamed on being depressive. So much so that I no longer know what is due to depression and what is sadness because of issues in my life.
Where does the 'labeling' end and the acceptance begin? I don't want to use 'bipolar' as the ultimate excuse for every heartache and tear I go through in my life. Because it's not. I'm not crying at the loss of closeness with my husband because I'm in a low. I'm crying because it hurts. It hurts that he is one of the very few people I've let close and he is hurting me like all the others. It hurts that yet another friend I wanted to be there forever is gone.
Is that what non-bipolar people call it? Depression? I just don't know anymore.
Where does the 'labeling' end and the acceptance begin? I don't want to use 'bipolar' as the ultimate excuse for every heartache and tear I go through in my life. Because it's not. I'm not crying at the loss of closeness with my husband because I'm in a low. I'm crying because it hurts. It hurts that he is one of the very few people I've let close and he is hurting me like all the others. It hurts that yet another friend I wanted to be there forever is gone.
Is that what non-bipolar people call it? Depression? I just don't know anymore.
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