I got my hair cut today. I told her to go no shorter then being able to put in a pony tail. Well I can’t even put it in a barrette. Oh well it’ll grow back. Bitch over.
Back to the title of this post. Today I am still manic. I can feel it like silk sheets against my skin. I love it. Why can’t I feel like this all the time? It’s been awhile since I have felt this way I was staying to wonder if I was still bipolar. It is comforting oddly to know I am. It means the meds are not for nothing. Anyway I am the face of mental illness. I struggle. I have highs and lows and I trudge on. What else can we do but survive right?