I'm not dead, afterall
It was my brother's birthday yesterday. I sent him a text telling him how much we loved him and how we wished him a day of happiness. He texted back and reminded me how much I miss my father. I didn't break down in tears right away. I spent an hour or two feeling miserable, but not letting anyone else see it.
Then something as stupid as our remote control went out in our bedroom. It was my fault since I was trying to program it and I did something wrong to it. My guilt was huge. I apologized to my husband with fresh sobs coming from me. I ate half my dinner and went into my room to read my book. I snapped at my oldest for whining.
My husband got ready to go to the store. I thought he'd left when I let my guard down. I started crying in earnest. I missed my father and wished that this was all a horrible dream. My husband came into the room, confused, yet comforting. Was I still crying about the remote control? I showed him my brother's text and started sobbing again. I finally managed to stop crying, but the sadness was still there. It will be here for quite some time more.
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Then something as stupid as our remote control went out in our bedroom. It was my fault since I was trying to program it and I did something wrong to it. My guilt was huge. I apologized to my husband with fresh sobs coming from me. I ate half my dinner and went into my room to read my book. I snapped at my oldest for whining.
My husband got ready to go to the store. I thought he'd left when I let my guard down. I started crying in earnest. I missed my father and wished that this was all a horrible dream. My husband came into the room, confused, yet comforting. Was I still crying about the remote control? I showed him my brother's text and started sobbing again. I finally managed to stop crying, but the sadness was still there. It will be here for quite some time more.
A girl. Exploring the world of Bipolar Disorder one day at a time. Informing and educating the public about mental illness.
About the Author. Feel free to Email Cristina a comment or a question.Share Your Own Bipolar Story. Click here to Subscribe in a Reader.
© 2009 Cristina C. Fender
