Here we are, a few days into the new year. I don't generally make resolutions, outside of the norm (lose wait, live healthier, find a meaningful relationship, etc.); however, this year, I did set one resolution. Just one. Survive.
Being bi-polar, some days survival seems like a minor miracle. Not all days, but some. In the last year, I had one (obviously failed) suicide attempt. Now, this year, I'm hoping for none. I'm not hoping for nothing but happy days, but I am hoping for more strength to recognize the lows and to turn them around.
Three days in, I'm still here. Probably a better track record than those who said they would go to the gym every day.
fresa:
Sending positive thoughts your way!