This isn’t a cry for help it’s more of a lesson. Having a mood disorder, a fucking terrible one at that is exhausting. This has caused me to be completely empathetic towards anyone suffering. I get it. I understand your pain. There is no cure and our meds only make it more tolerable. There is only hope and the belief that tomorrow will be better. I am not perfect, I try my hardest to keep it in check. Sometimes though, we have to accept when it can be bad. Trying to fight through the worst episode is the most intense, frightening, frustrating and painful thing one can do. So rest. Let it happen. It won’t last forever, but the Disorder always will. It isn’t a choice. Many of us were born with it, a disease of the brain, chemical misfiring. We are often misunderstood, yet we are born with this extra pressure. Life is hard enough as it is without the added craziness. So to anyone suffering or wanting to give up, don’t. You still have to live even if it’s hard. Also, to our loved ones, we are never intentionally trying to hurt you. Please understand that.