“We all get the blues!”
You: Um, so… I can’t function on a daily basis. I’m on the floor right now, unable to move. I’ve been sobbing for so long that I can’t breathe. This is my everyday. This is NOT “the blues.”
“Just be strong and put on a smile.”
You: Obviously I’ve tried that. I’ve gone to the Olive Garden and eaten breadsticks and spaghetti like a champ, talked about the weather, and smiled my best smile (while simultaneously losing it inside) 30 mins at table smiling, 4 mins in bathroom crying, back to table smiling for another 15. “Check please.” I’m trying so hard. Thanks for making me feel worse about myself and like I’m weak. I’m already ashamed.
“This will be your new doctor- he’s a 25-year-old resident!” (Nurse voice)
You: Ok, thanks.
“Hi- I’m James! I love working with bipolar people.” (Resident voice)
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