I haven't posted in a while. Winter's been a dirty pirate hooker for me. Between the adverse weather and the adverse mentality of a bipolar, it's been a rough go lately. I've been falling to pieces, tripping over my own thoughts, and, thankfully, picking it all up and marching on. I hate February. It's one of the worst months of my cycles. I also love it. The last surge of winter is such a bitch, and such a beautiful one. Every day is a struggle. Yet every day is wonderful. Such a contradiction. It's perfectly me.
I have a wonderful wife who makes it all possible. 5 years ago I wouldn't have gotten out of bed for the entire month. There are also some wonderful people here who make my days. Thank you all. You make my morning coffee even more effective 😉
