Myself

I haven't been feeling the best about myself lately. I haven't been feeling ill, per-see, just not myself. I can tell I'm not on the manic meds, and I'm noticing a reversion back to who I was, and not that I didn't enjoy being myself. I just feel I've matured since then. Now, though, there's a sense of undoing. I don't want to be on the medication while I'm pregnant, so I'm just having to keep a closer eye on myself. It's an odd concept, and I'm not sure many others understand. It's hard to explain. There's two sides of me battling for the rights over who gets to control me. Just imagine the little devil and angel on each sholder. That's what it's like.