After spending all week hiding away in my apartment, feeling too sad or weak to socialize, yesterday I finally felt strong enough to be social. I had some friends over and cooked Mexican food, and I think I acted naturally enough. I had a great night, and I'm happy with myself for having a positive social experience.
Tonight is the hard part. There is a rave, and I've said I'd go - I'm even giving a ride to some people that were here last night. My boyfriend will not be there (he's at work), and I'm already having itches to just flake out. The thought of being around all of those people who I don't really know that well and who I don't have the courage to approach (what would I say?), well that thought depresses me. I've gone to raves before and had a bad bipolar flare-up, by which I mean I suddenly got into a horrible mood and didn't want anyone near me. So I just sat in a corner waiting for it to be over. Miss Antisocial. What if that happens again?
There are beautiful people all around me at raves but I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want them to see how quickly I run out of things to say. Most of the time I just don't want to be there. I go because my boyfriend likes to go, and I have some wild hope that I may have a good night. I rarely do.
I just feel very sad and quiet right now, and I want to stay in with my rats and my movies, and just eat comfort food. How pathetic. What's wrong with me? Why can't I WANT to go out and have fun like everyone else? Why can't I be excited for tonight instead of dreading it?
I just want to stay home with my pet rats and my movies, where it's safe and no one can judge me.
Tonight is the hard part. There is a rave, and I've said I'd go - I'm even giving a ride to some people that were here last night. My boyfriend will not be there (he's at work), and I'm already having itches to just flake out. The thought of being around all of those people who I don't really know that well and who I don't have the courage to approach (what would I say?), well that thought depresses me. I've gone to raves before and had a bad bipolar flare-up, by which I mean I suddenly got into a horrible mood and didn't want anyone near me. So I just sat in a corner waiting for it to be over. Miss Antisocial. What if that happens again?
There are beautiful people all around me at raves but I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want them to see how quickly I run out of things to say. Most of the time I just don't want to be there. I go because my boyfriend likes to go, and I have some wild hope that I may have a good night. I rarely do.
I just feel very sad and quiet right now, and I want to stay in with my rats and my movies, and just eat comfort food. How pathetic. What's wrong with me? Why can't I WANT to go out and have fun like everyone else? Why can't I be excited for tonight instead of dreading it?
I just want to stay home with my pet rats and my movies, where it's safe and no one can judge me.