I was diagnosed bipolar when I was 14 years old. During one of my mom's pep talks on one of many mornings that I refused to get out of bed and go to school, she said to me "Isabel, you can't let the beast win." And thus the affectionate pet name for my lifelong companion, my illness. I believe we all have our own beasts, and we struggle with them in our own ways. This blog is a record of mental illness, and the memoir of a beast within. This is a story about a girl and her beast.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Beautifully Boring
I feel like a very boring person. For the last week, my days have looked like this:
I get up in the morning, go to school, go to work, do my homework and then go to sleep at night.
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