Running halfway across the world
Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 69 views | 0 comments
I couldn't tell them I had bipolar disorder. I couldn't tell them that I managed to achieve something even with my erratic behaviour and dark moods. I burned bridges without explaining, I encouraged my workplaces to fire me, and then, without saying goodbye, I boarded a plane and left for the new life I had set up for myself on the other side of the world ... and had been quietly setting up for myself for years. My confession is this: for all my surface imperviousness, I let you beat me to the ground. I let you abuse me, belittle me, ignore me and crush me. I thought I would be strong enough to start a new life on my own because I created this for myself, I chose this direction in secret. But something inside is destroyed now. I stayed too long, I remained too silent. All I can do now is just move on.
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