If I wrote this 11 years ago when we were facing a different set of crises I’d have nothing but terrible things to say about my mother.
Sometimes grief feels like the forever home you never meant to purchase.
We’re all searching for answers, refreshing for updates, grasping for straws where there aren’t any.
Bipolar disorder is not an invitation for anyone to call you crazy.
For me, it’s about freedom, owning up to my stuff and allowing myself to move forward.
That’s what this all is, you’re being tested for something greater. That explains the homelessness, the joblessness, the undue criticism from everyone; the savior must go through pain.