At heart, I have always been a coper, I've mostly been able to walk around with my wounds safely hidden, and I've always stored up my deep depressive episodes for the weeks off when there was time to have an abbreviated version of a complete breakdown. But in the end, I'd be able to get up and on with it, could always do what little must be done to scratch by.
Sometimes you can know too much. A lot of brainy people like Stephen Fry are quite depressive.
Alright, so I'm a manic depressive. What do you want from me?
Last Update: January, 2020