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.
One of the most challenging things about being diagnosed with bipolar disorder is the weight of the stigma surrounding it.
For we are enough and we’re exactly where we need to be: in the life of someone who we mean the world to, before we even utter a word.