someone i know and love with all my heart and soul told me shes been struggling. and went on to describe symptoms of bipolar disorder to me like an alien had visited her.
shes scared and i am too, i dont think she knows what bipolar really means and i wouldnt know either because i dont have it but foolish me always figured this gift of mine could never be tainted by what the devil keeps on tap. i just assumed it would never be a problem.
i forgot how thin the rope we walk is and how sharp the dragons teeth are that keep waiting for us to fall over. i never once worried it felt like a waste of time to me she did such a good job taking care of me i never thought to ask
there was only enough food for one of us and ive never gone hungry from her hands