I don't feel well. I feel scared and sad. I could go on and on but I'll just sound crazy. I'm still unwell. I have not returned to normality, even though I go on and on trying to analyse everything so I can tell myself I am normal again, i'm still not. I can't do this without meds, i'm a disappointment. I'm crazy and it's getting worse. the symptoms cause distress of course, but what also causes me distress is how I can tell I'm not well, but I can do nothing to stop it. being "aware" dosn't fix this. And the wait as I'm waiting to feel a sense of nromality, and then worrying that this time I will never be normal again. I try to ignore everything, but it affects me every day, and makes me feel unworthy of anything. I could say it over and over, I'm so scared. I;m so scared. I'm so scared. I'm not scared of anything more than just everything. I could go on and on trying to figure out exactly what it is that i'm so scared of, but i'll lose my way. I haven't showered fully in 3 months like a true schizophrenic, even though i'm not schizophrenic, i'm bipolar, because I return to normality, and it makes me so frustrated by the fact that I truly was afraid of a camera in a heat pump today. I just don't know how to handle the fact i know these things are fake but I must act in fear anyway. I don't know what that makes me. and I want to stay up again because i'm nervous about something I'm not even sure what it is. all I know is that I'm really enjoying the book I'm reading right now. I can clean myself in rlly small ways, like individual parts of me at a time. my bed stresses me out, and I wish I was brave enough to shower. and I have to write this all out again and again in different ways on different days in order to slap myself in the face. reiterate to recall