If you’ve ever sat and patiently listened to yourself whine, and then offered yourself reassurances along the lines of, “Boo-Frickity-Hoo, grow a pair you big sissy!”
…you might be bipolar.
Nah, you don’t have to be bipolar to get tired of listening to yourself bitching about the same stuff all the time.
Aw, don’t wreck it! This is for the BPs & the morbidly depressed to make fun of themselves.
I hate you, Inigo! I hate you so much!
No wait, don’t leave. I love you!
Just remember you’re unique, just like everyone else.
The shrink’s new PA (whom I saw after the last one floated away in a medicated cloud) admitted that I was not, in fact, bipolar.
But I have, on occasion, tried to pull myself up by my own boostraps. Perhaps getting into yoga would make that particular maneuver less painful.