So tired. Soooooo much (Taken with instagram)
Fuck you. It’s cold (Taken with instagram)
Cup of ice cream, perhaps? #nofilter (Taken with instagram)
Blue light special #nofilter (Taken with instagram)
Dreary day. Favourite hat slowly dying. Disapproval. (Taken with instagram)
Food? Yes? Please? I love you. I’m so hungry. I know I just ate 20 minutes ago. It’s rude not to share. …fine I’m gonna go eat a mess of grass and throw up on the carpet. (Taken with instagram)
Resuming portrait a day: tiny ear! Also hat and sunglasses (Taken with instagram)
“I don’t know if you look tired or upset.” right now just inexplicably exhausted (Taken with instagram)
Portrait a day: phone cam pic of what the webcam sees (Taken with instagram)
New thing. Bit tarnished, though.
I’ve been talking frankly for a while about things, particularly now that I’m in a post-medicated world (tl;dr - it sucks.)
Today, I called into work crazy. In my world, you’re allowed to do that particularly when you’ve been up all night crying and not sleeping and all those usual things that happen when you’ve got fucked up brain chemistry. In this case, it was calling in because I felt like I’d been hit by a truck and got absolutely no sleep whatsoever anywhere and also like Aquaman was really fucking annoyed with me and so just made me dehydrated enough where I was pretty sure I could feel my frontal lobe.
ANYWAY, I’d been doing voice posts on tumblr recently and just started this whole portrait a day project so IDK, I can track what unbalanced looks like on any given day? To make sure my nose is still there? Because fuck you my eyes are awesome and sometimes I honestly do forget that they’re blue?
But my tumblr is for fandom shit that nobody cares about (particularly fandom itself) and I decided I needed a separate thing.
I’ve decided to just start myself a mental health tumblr not for the sake of reblogging things, but because it’s just easier than having a regular blog mostly because I’ve discovered that a) I really like making voice posts and recorded, my voice sounds completely different to what I’m used to hearing (that’s a science thing, it’s weird) and I actually rather like it and b) if I can do this publicly and speak (or write or take pictures) frankly in some stupid way, it might help someone somewhere or it might at least be some realistic if not accurate (because nothing about this disease is accurate) portrayal of what this does to people.
Additionally, giving myself something to do Every. Single. Day. ensures that I don’t go and do something profoundly stupid because I’m trying to occupy my mind with other thoughts and then taking five or ten minutes to talk about the world in my head.
Anyway, you can find it at Bipolar Hell. There’s even a page there dedicated for trigger warning in case the title wasn’t enough.
Follow if you like. Share. Don’t share. Life’s your choice. This is me letting you know it’s there and I’m at least doing it for my own sake.
When I say I would win at yoga it’s because this picture was no effort at all to take. I know you can’t technically win at yoga, but I would. (Taken with instagram)
01:01 - that whole perpetual self portrait thing. (Taken with instagram)

look, i know it’s probably stupid to be talking to the tubes when no one or next to no one (quantity wise not quality) is probably going to listen, but for some reason it makes me feel just a little bit better.
If everything you think you know made your life unbearable… (Taken with instagram)