I am a 15-year-old that has been hibernating in the body of a 50-year-old woman for many years. I refuse to grow old, nor act or dress as society dictates. They can all go to Hell. I only want PEOPLE to LOVE me and ACCEPT ME for WHO and WHAT I AM. I care for others and my heart breaks and bleeds for those that society like to trod upon. I am a caregiver and raised my two daughters who are now adults. My husband died in July 2011 from cancer. A part of me died with him. I love my dog, an American Eskimo, he is a rescue dog and has seizures, but as of this update has since passed away.
This blog is about me and my life with bipolar disorder and how it dances throughout my reality. Sometimes it conquers it and sometimes it only a bit player and stays in the background but the truth of the matter is it just won’t leave. I HATE it.
Thanks for stopping by and I hope you follow me and open up your consciousness to those of us bipolar. we just want to be understood and loved. Thanks.