Bipolar Depression

Day after day I get out of bed, reluctantly. Sometimes requested by my husband as the day begins to carry on without me.  But…eventually I just go back to bed. Shades drawn.  Hiding under the covers.  Heavy.  Isolating.  Bipolar depression….fuck you!

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