So as many of you know, living a bipolar laced life is horrible, and leads you to many places unknown of. Things come and go by so fast that you dont even recall what ever happened : ) I think things definetly happen for a reason, but sometimes you want to say fuck that karma shit..because life brings some very unexpected things your way sometimes! ....
I was just released from the hospital a week ago, after a very bad manic episode. I was in the hospital for a couple of weeks. They put me on lithium and i just havent been myself since. I went into the hospital with cuts and stab wounds all over my body. I had really done it now, i thought to myself. I wasn't quite sure what all happened, i had drank a bottle of gentlemans jack 2 hrs before i had my episode. I was a reck, i knew that much.
So, now i am returning to living a stable life, or whats suppose to be. Instead, i get out and i find out that i am not aloud to return to my apartment, because i was a danger to everyone there. Im pissed about this situation i was not hurting anyone besides myself. I tried to hang myself. I was at the end of reasoning with it. And now im not aloud to live there anymore. I moved back to my hometown, its good, its nice to be home, but i miss my girlfriend and my apartment and my old life. Im pretty much just stressing right now, thought it would be good to talk about it, and try to reach out for support.
peace


Karma hitting you in the face does slap doesn't it?
There is a cause and effect for everything one does and doesn't do and you can say fuck it but you know deep down it happens.
You fell off the balance beam, you drank, you lost all of what was left of your reasoning mind, swirled the mind chemicals even more than they were and soused them on liquor and you ended up IP.
Your apartment complex feels you are a danger to yourself and to those around and you'll make those around uncomfortable living around you. So... you lost your apartment. Now you are back home, on meds, and trying to get back up on the balance beam again.
It's consequence, karma, shit life, what have you... you live through it and move onward. It's not the end of the world, you have a roof over your head, and you have meds that you obviously need to keep you at least one or two toes on the balance beam for now.
My take and it's just my 3 cents, life is what you do and call it:
Take a deep breath, brush yourself off, wipe off the dirt from your face, vow to learn something positive from this, see your pdoc and tdoc regularly, take the meds, stay clear of the booze cause it isn't helping you (you've seen this) and it doesn't mix with the meds, and move forward... one step at a time.