A list of things that have actually been said to me over the course of my life, which echo in my mind when things are particularly bad:
“It’s too bad you weren’t a boy.”
“Do you need some prozac in your cornflakes?”
“Don’t be such a drama queen.”
“I don’t want to see a bipolar girl, ever.”
“Bipolar people kill kids.”
“Do you ever live in the real world, or do you just live vicariously through stories?”
Do you have echoes? How do you cope when they’re just echoing around in your head, tormenting you? I usually sleep. I’m much safer asleep than I am awake, trying to cope with my demons.