I’m trying to stay positive. I’m not sure it’s working. But it’s not not working if that makes sense. My husband commented today I look like I feel sorry for myself. I asked him if he knew what bipolar meant he said either high or low. I said exactly right now I am low. I can’t help it. It’s so suffocating.
I received an awesome encouraging comment that I’m not defined by my job. But I feel I am… It and motherhood is all I have on my worst days. But the person had a great point. I can’t let it define me. Otherwise I will always be set for failure as I’m only human.