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 11, 2016
I got 88% on an assignment, lower than I thought I would receive. She's a hard grader but I still expected better.
Why do I even try.
There was a time when I couldn't imagine living for 24 years. Maybe it wasn't meant to be.
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