There's lots of helplines out there, tonight the only one I know of for me is samaritans. I'm not suicidal, the thoughts are there in the back of my mind, but I'm not feeling out that way. I feel angry, hurt, upset and furious....and I don't actually know why I'm feeling like this.

If I'm a drunk I get AA, druggies are even luckier.....what does a bipolar person have? I know no one in person who understands what I'm feeling...i mean really feeling. I feel alone and want to punch something out of frustration.

As usual I fall and pick myself back up, but it's fucking tiring, I flip moods quicker than a prossie gets her knickers off. I fall.....I hit the ground....I see others fall and they get help. I'm seen as strong.

I choose to not have friends, close friends, I choose to distance myself....It's a lonely life, but it means I don't hurt people.

I don't even remember what a close friend is like anymore.

Tonight I've hit a low, I hate myself, I hate my illness and I wish my otherhalf and daughter would get themselves a better life away from who I am.....I am scum.