13,671 Days Alive
It’s coming up on the anniversary of my dad’s death. I’m not doing okay. I’m having a rough go of it in many ways.
I’m just going to bed in self-defense.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Wind and Weeping
Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
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