12,603 Days Alive
There are less than two days left in the month, year, and decade.
If I look back to where I was in 2009, I was a completely different person.
I didn’t know I was bipolar. I didn’t know my incessant exhaustion came from having fibromyalgia. I just knew I was always in pain, almost always tired, and barely making ends meet.
Now, I’m married to an awesome lady, working at a job I love, and have both answers and treatments to some of the issues I experience.
For now, I’ll keep it short. I have a massive headache and I’m going to go crochet and watch an episode of Supernatural.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 