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Sometimes I have days in a row where I feel almost normal.
I say almost because there are always the racing thoughts at night.
And the endless toughts during the day.
But even those days I can find a reason.
A reason for the madness.
I know I’m afraid of the future, of loss, of growing up.
That’s why my thoughts race at night and never end during the day.
Those days are not the worst.
The days when I am sad and I don’t know why.
The days when I am devastated and don’t know why.
When you are depressed for a reason.
You can always make it right and move on.
Simply solve the problem.
But when you are depressed because of your brain chemistry.
There is no reason, there is no cure.
All you can do is wait and hope it passes.
On the other side of the spectrum are the days of pure happiness.
My energy is up; my thoughts are working twice as hard.
I can do anything and be anything.
These days are nothing to celebrate.
Because they are days where I am carefree and happy.
Just because.
Then when mania sets in.
Wants become needs.
Irritability becomes anger.
There is no reason so I wait it out.
What an unfortunate life to live dreading the sadness.
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