Dear Waves,
I'm sorry about your friend from childhood.
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so now death is dashing around in my head like a squash ball. i watch tv and fall apart at the tiniest thing. anything remotely emotional and it doesn't matter good-bad - my gut goes in knots, much chest goes in knots, my throat gets a lump.
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We are more in touch with emotions than people without bipolar.
They don't understand.
Give yourself lots of patience. It's ok that all this stinks.
M.