Jordan Robson

This is for me, because I don’t have anything for you anymore but residual pain. Although that’s from you than for you. 

I remember the first day that I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed, and how that day became two, and how those two days became three, and how those three days stretched to a week. 

My birthday is coming up. I hate my birthday.

I am a suicide survivor.

I read once that every relationship could be defined as a power struggle, with the winner being the one who cared about the other the least. I lost.

There is nothing trendy about Bipolar Disorder. There is nothing glamorous about Bipolar Disorder.