refusal

It would be so easy for me to call myself a fuck-up and other self-loathing pronouns. But I won't. Where has that childish behavior gotten me? Nowhere. It's only caused harm to myself and potentially permanent damage to those who care about me.

Over the past several weeks I've been able to expunge myself of the demons by being active, both physically and creatively. Simply attending a bi-monthly bipolar support group has helped me immeasurably.

I know I will never rid myself of this "disease," but I can manage it through various means.

No, I won't resort to the self-loathing tactics that I've so readily embraced in the past.

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