Thanks for being with me in my low, all you beautiful ladles and jellyspoons.

My bipolar downcycles used to be utter agony, so I'm super glad they don't involve the same constriction of breathing & constant chest pain they used to when I was younger. But they still involve days of loathing any reminder of my existence in the world (for all the harm I think I'm causing by drawing breath) and some shutting-down-shop behaviours.

🫂💛 I just hope you all show yourselves the same grace you showed me.