I had a task and I sucked at it. I tried. I guess I failed. I thought I was getting along just fine, but apparently. Sometimes that is just how it is with bipolar disorder. You do, or say things, things you don’t mean. Shit happens.
I am not going to get into it here because people involved read this blog. But some conversations are hard, especially when you know your reasons for saying or acting a certain way.
But at the end of the day, at the end of the conversation, I will be gentle with myself. I will forgive myself for my imperfection. It is all I can do.