I’m worn out and tired in all ways. I need a holiday. A holiday from intrusive thoughts, from racing thoughts, from being strong, from being wired and from myself.
Tiredness what can I say? A ‘normal’ person gets tired obviously but I wonder what that tiredness feels like compared to the total wiped out feelings bipolar leaves one with. I’m much more shattered than I can admit to it to let show. I’ll never know.
I’m not fully here, in me. I’m an alien in a human body. Disjointed slightly. Disfigured possibly and dismally dumbed down.
