Do you ever just get so incredibly annoyed at yourself for not having recognised that you're going manic? Like I've fully shown all signs of it for the past 2 days and now that the insomnia and overemotional reactions to the smallest things have kicked in, I get it. But a part of me is... Continue Reading →


It’s like you’re screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed. No one will ever understand how much it hurts.

I can take the nights I cry myself to sleep and the days I laugh myself to insanity, but it is the days that fool me for a second that hurt me the most. The days when you wake up and follow the plan, the days you go and take care of yourself. You eat... Continue Reading →

“I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.”

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