Life Is A Cruel, Horrible

Then I Overdosed At 28, At Which Point I Began To Accept The Bipolar Diagnosis.

I Have A Mess In My Head Sometimes, And There's Something Very Satisfying About Putting It Into Words. Certainly It's Not Something That You're In Charge Of, Necessarily, But Writing About It, Putting It Into Your Words, Can Be A Very Powerful Experience.

I Like That - The "you-ish" Character.

I Have A Chemical Imbalance That, In Its Most Extreme State, Will Lead Me To A Mental Hospital.

My Mother Had An Amazing Life, And She's Someone To Admire.