14,685 Days Alive
I made a damn good chicken soup for dinner. I didn’t have to deal with the bone in chicken, thankfully. Bryan took care of it for me.
Work sucked. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Stress and Soup
Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
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