Hi biopsies, past midnight again and I can’t sleep. It’s like I’m afraid of falling asleep, the thought alone heightens my anxiety. I just keep on wondering if I’d been normal, just like anyone else, could I have gotten further in my life or is my failure my own fault. Did I not do enough? Did I do something to deserve this? I must have been an extremely horrible person to deserve this. I have type 1 and unfortunately, I know that it’s closer to the severe typ. I’ve had mani that’s gone on for months with a few days of extreme depression in between. I’ve had psychosis and paranoia. I have dairies from 2009/2010/2011, I was a teenager and in a psychosis. I’ve written about not knowing in which world I’m in, who to trust and not knowing the consequences of saying the wrong thing to a wrong person, one that wasn't from de world I was.






