My words, a foreign language. My actions, overlooked. My love, unprecedented, but forever misunderstood.
My character, Ill received, my care, maliciously mistaken, my heart as big as it could, yet and still I am forever misunderstood. 59 more words
This is one of my favorite analogies for Bipolar disorder!
I feel like people have some sort of expectation regarding Bipolar and depression.
It goes something like this… 699 more words
Think about it…
They sit there writing away while you are talking and they are asking you shit…
they don’t even have the decency to SHOW you what they wrote. 567 more words
For as long as I can remember, up until about 10 years ago, being misunderstood had been a fear and a stronghold in my life. For many years, I didn’t talk much in social settings and looking back now, I wonder if some of it (much of it?) had to do with just this issue. 446 more words