I had kind of an epiphany this evening...

As you know I'm down to my last few bucks, no job and have to find a place to live soon. My phone is history, my old truck gets about 10 mph...you get the picture. As a result, I've been really pitiful all week.

Tonight I went to bed about 6 pm...i'm not sure why, I guess to continue to hide. I had not been in bed for 5 minutes when the doorbell rang...I knew by the ring who is was, my 9 year old and my ex. (We have a joke where we ring the bell continuously until the other comes to the door). Well, we had a big, teary scene...my young'un was extremely worried. It kind of gave me a boot in the butt that I've been needing the past few weeks.

So, I ain't giving up...this bipolar s__t ain't gonna beat me. The stupid junk in my head is not going to win. I'm too good, too strong, and I am going to be stronger when it is over! And I'm counting on you guys to help...the next time you see me being pitiful, I am begging you to give me a swift kick...(don't look so excited, pat! ).

To close, thanks to everyone at PC for the love and support you have shown me. I could never repay what you have done.

Peace out,
DJ