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Bad Days


At my support group that I go to, they asked me what my bad days look like. I guess I am such a happy go lucky person that it almost seems like I am super human and incapable of having bad days. I have them. I just don’t have them as often as I used to because I have such a great style of coping now.
This is what a bad day looks like for me:
I self doubt. I believe I have no friends. I believe no one likes me. I believe that I am doing everything wrong. I believe that I am worthless. My coffee spills. I don’t think I am pretty. I am tired. I am self deprecating. The list goes on.
I don’t allow myself to have bad days as much anymore. When I have bad days, I go to my support. I enlist my support system and I transact my coping mechanism. I call my brother, my sister in law, Kaitlyn or my mom. I cry to them, or I call Kaitlyn for a plan of action. If no one answers then I immediately turn to my coping mechanism where I scroll through pinterest and look at self growth quotes until I gather the strength and courage to get myself together and move on.
The world does not stop moving just because of a broken heart. And it doesn’t stop turning just because you are broken. So you can’t stop moving either.
I am human. I have bad days too. There are days that I see the glass as half empty and I get mad at the world too. Bipolar Disorder is a mood disorder and you have your up days and your down days, I have just learned to cope well with my disorder. It has taken a lot of therapy, a lot of support, a lot of coping mechanisms, and a lot of strength to see the glass as half full but it can be done.

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