Today is a bonus day off work. I’ve managed to accomplish some housework.
Now I’m sitting here trying to remember who i use to be. The good and the bad. I think of my marriage and the damage i did to my children staying so long. He once told me he never really loved me and yet i stayed.
I’ve learned you have to love yourself before you can love someone else. The thing is my self worth which at times was very good when manic was more often toxic. I know you can’t keep holding the time wasted against myself. Still who would i be if i knew years earlier i was bipolar? Who would i be?
All in all I’m who i am now… the good the bad the ugly… I’m just a human with flaws. I live this life one breath at a time and that has to be good enough.