Friday, December 26, 2008
The beggining of healing (maybe...)
I am seeing a new therapist. I really liked the one I had before, even if I felt that after a year I really hadn't made any progress. Most likely my fault. Hopefully Robert will manage the impossible. This is why I'm writing this journal. I hate feeling like this. This depression and bipolar disorder doesn't leave me alone, never abates, clouds every aspect of my life. It goes away for a little, tiny bit to then just come back stronger than ever. I'm weak, pathetic. Living with my parents at 27... Sign in
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