The highs are just as dysregulated and dysfunctional as the lows. The highs make the crashes hit even harder.
It’s so unpredictable, I can flip to the opposite extreme in a flash and have no idea what’s triggered it.
When I’m around people I think I am okay, because I have to be okay.
And despite the fact I hate acting, it turns out I am a fucking good actress.
Sometimes I even believe I am okay; I tell them how well I am doing and actually feel it for a moment.
But a short while later I’m back on the floor, unable to function – and all I want is for them to see this secret side of me, too.
Sometimes I wish I could be as broken with other people as I am when I’m alone.