Oh, Trippen, how many times did I lament those exact same words? How many bipolars sing the same song? And Dragonfly, with the journals? Here I always thought i would write an amazing book one day and i had all these journals for fodder. Then I read thru them once when I was stable and they were the same crap, page after page after page. It was horrible. I burnt them all.

Reading this takes me back though. Reminds me why I worked so hard. Why i stuck it out. Why i tried everything to get better and never gave up. I was totally against meds, but in the end, it was my last resort. It took 2 1/2 years of trial and error, but I kept with it and therapy and we finally found the right med. Now I live in a different world where all that misery is behind me. It is possible to get better. You just have to be willing to put in the work and have patience.