The link I've posted below is for the people dealing with a loved one who has a mood disorder, from somebody who has one (me).
There are times when I feel like Oscar the Grouch, and I really don't want anybody knocking on my garbage can lid. Or singing around me. Or, God forbid, giving me a hug. But even when I'm a total Oscar (and worse) it's still nice to know you care. And underneath, I do too. I just can't always fight through the illness to tell you so.
There are times when I feel like Oscar the Grouch, and I really don't want anybody knocking on my garbage can lid. Or singing around me. Or, God forbid, giving me a hug. But even when I'm a total Oscar (and worse) it's still nice to know you care. And underneath, I do too. I just can't always fight through the illness to tell you so.
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