LemmingsNew Contributor
I punched a whole in my wall.
I am 34; I have bipolar and c-ptsd, I am medication compliant, I work hard - I try every single day to be better, to be strong and to survive.
But I feel like I fail. Today I lost my cool, I can't sleep or eat, I am exhausted. I yelled, I was mean and I punched the wall so hard it left a whole. I covered it with a painting my sister did of the Brisbane river. I hate feeling like this, I hate being triggered, feeling alone and being lonely. I wish it would end.