If being bipolar implies I’d make excuses for shit because “I am not my mental illnesses,”

then I guess
it could be said

that sometimes,

sometimes I don’t
feel like doing anything at all.
Sometimes,
when I’m taking care of our kitten,
I’d stick her in the carrier bag because she exhausts me.

My mental health,
as did with the chicken,
is getting worse again.

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It’s “nothing hard,” but I...