Autumn_Stars
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- Jun 9, 2024
- 58
My uncle blew his brains out in his Porsche. My mother is on disability for anxiety and depression. She was unfit to be a mother, although she always cooked. She couldn't hold a job but could crank out dependents My father was abusive and his favorite word is n***er. My nephew was just Baker Acted for trying to kill himself by refusing his insulin. Fortunately I miscarried. I have an aggressive case of MS called tumefactive. I have trouble typing, swallowing, cognitive deficits, constipation, and foot drop. But my real problem is the bipolar. This stigmatizing disease turns me into an animal. I have tried Wellbutrin, Abilify, Seroquel, Ativan, Zoloft ,ECT, Zyprexa, Risperdal ,Lithium, Prozac, and Trazadone. Hospitalized over and over. I deserve dignity and peace. When I was a child I was taken to a therapist because I seemed sad all the time. In HS, which was a magnet school, I was hospitalized In my twenties I was an ASHer. The only time I was happy was in 2010 when I ranked first on the civil service exam and got a good job. But I had to go on disability. Four years ago I was manic and telling people I was going to beat Elon Musk to the moon. I cheated on my BF and ruined a twenty-five year relationship and I caught a filth disease (!) My friends only contact me for holidays or my birthday. My BF sold my car while I was in the hospital and refuses to give me the money. I haven't had an orgasm or any desire for four years. My things are in storage if they're not lost. I am dead already.
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