Light affects me. Spring messes with my head. I realized this is the first Spring in four years that I am not depressed and or pregnant and I may actually plant something that survives.

I'm medicated that is the difference.

But I'm not doing too awesome anyway. I find myself restlessly uncomfortable on beautiful days. Just this morning I stepped out into the beautiful sunshine with fluffy white clouds and flowers in bloom and the thought that flitted through my head was "I hate my life".

I don't hate my life. I don't know why my brain is always thinking that.

Oh yeah I'm Bipolar