Small update.

1. No cutting.
2. No major episodes.
3. Increased lamictal.
4. Instead of seeing him every week, then every month, I am now seeing my psychiatrist every two months.
5. My job is sweet.
6. My volunteer work is sweet.
7. I’m on two hockey teams now.
8. I have three birds now.
9. I could perhaps be seeing someone.
10.  I’m back in school.

Love it! 

And, seemingly,

My life has been pretty damned awesome for the past, idk, few weeks or so.

I haven’t been this content, fulfilled, and happy in a long time.  Slowly, but surely, I’m fixing mistakes and refusing to make the same mistakes over again.

Hooray!

Love.

Feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss a certain someone again.

Dammit.

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The Story of a Bipolar Bear.: "But it has a lot of side effects" →

thestoryofabipolarbear:

I think this is the most likely reply I get from others regarding my RIGHTS to take psychiatry medications.

Firstly, every fucking medication in the fucking world has fucking side effects.

Take a biochemistry class, and you will see how many side compounds every medication you intake has….

THIS

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