Oh the joy of being a bipolar girl.

The last month or so has been a real bitch. It's been suggested to me over and over again that I should go back to therapy.

So I am.

I don't know what to do with myself most of the time. I'm taking a summer class. I just feel unsettled, depressed, hurt.

I know it will be fine. If my twenties were supposed to be the "best" times of my life I'm going to pass by them without looking back. Trying to figure out how to live a semi-normal life has been a real issue.

I don't feel like this is hopeless. I'm just exhausted.