I feel like I don’t have a proper outlet for a lot of what goes on in my head.
This isn’t referring to my imagination however, its referring to my “Schizoaffective disorder.”
I’m still hearing strange things about my ex, from Norway, but I don’t have anyone to tell.
I have a therapist but we’ve been through this song and dance, he’s given me the tools to use, and I have to use them.
I don’t want to just hold it in, I want to talk to someone, I want to talk to her about this stuff, but I don’t have that option.
I’ve been taking my medication regularly, so it’s much easier to deal with, I’ve also stayed away from marijuana, which can exacerbate my condition, and I tell myself “this isn’t true, it’s not real” like my therapist said, but it’s still coming at me, trying to ruin every thing that I’ve done to escape that place of mania and madness.
This sucks.
I’m going to delete the page x because honestly, no one needs to read my laments over someone that can’t extend me any courtesy,
Or maybe I’ll just make the page private.
We’ll see.