I've lost what makes me, me: even though I appear to and think I am getting better. Even Andrea says she doesn't know me anymore. How can she be in love with me if she doesn't know me? I wish I were my sociable self, my outspoken self. The thing is, at work I think I am. They all know I'm bipolar yet I don't care if I look fat here, or how I come across to others. I am just me at work. Why can't I be like that every where else? Why do I hate talking to people, or people seeing me?
I miss me. I miss smiling. I miss talking.