My Town. Story Time.

There was a woman outside of my Seffner publix, just driving around the parking lot. I was leaving with the few things I could afford, eggs, coffee, creamer, and that was it. I had just got done pulling out the rest of my cash for my “HOA fee” on the house I own before this incident, so I was already broke for the next month.

This woman yells “give me money so I can eat!”

I mean she actually yelled this at me as I was going to my car. I told her that I left with the only things I could afford for myself at the moment. I told her I was sorry. I actually even felt bad.

She sped off in her pick up truck after yelling, “you lying rich bitch!”

I don’t know what to make of that. I was already in such a hurry, feeling poor enough as it is and just trying to go home.

I lost it. I feel so strange.

Published by capricious.capo

I am diagnosed as Bipolar 1. I am an advocate for mental health awareness and have helped fundraise towards nonprofit organizations like NAMI. I write about my own personal struggles and success stories to help end a national stigma that hurts and alienates those who battle mental illness. Beyond fighting for mental health awareness, I am tech nerd, hair enthusiast, film buff and music lover. I love my family and support system with all my heart. I have green hair and tattoos because I want to. I’ve always stood out in one way or another. I studied photography and received an associates degree. I have my high school AP literature teacher to thank for inspiring me to pursue journalism, and for writing me a heartfelt letter of recommendation that I still have as a reminder. High school was a decade ago, but in times like these, Publishing an opinionated, personal and maybe controversial blog about living with a mood disorder seemed like a good enough start.

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