I understand now why they say once you start taking meds you’re more likely to commit suicide, you’ve finally got enough energy.

I’ve felt the low creeping back in over the past few weeks and it escalated this week. Everything seems so fucking bleak and hopeless. I’m fucking worthless and unloveable.

Yes I go to therapy, sometimes twice a week, I go to AA, I’ve been sober for ages but what’s the fucking point?

I just end up alone with myself and these thoughts and this pain and it’s fucking unbearable.

I thought it was bad when I just thought I was an alcoholic with C-PTSD, a shitty childhood and attachment issues. Bipolar 2 feels like one thing too many for me. I just don’t understand how my life will ever be worth actually living.

TLDR: My life is shit and I can’t stop thinking about hanging myself.