Oh how I want to give up but my dad used to say, "When you stop trying, you start dying.", and I truly feel I would be letting him down, whatever dimension he now resides in. But it's so effing hard. Struggling with an illness for which no medication helps, debating whether I'd be better off living by myself than staying married, not knowing from morning until night where my moods will be. Waiting for the next debilitating manic episode or crippling depression. It's EXHAUSTING.

Like vets with PTSD, who fight similar psychic battles, daily, let's take a moment to remember ALL of us that are still standing are survivors! We might not function all that good but when we get knocked down, we get back up. At the end of the day, that's what it's all about.