I was diagnosed with bipolar 21 years ago. I was declared unable to work about five years ago. Guess what? I'm not homeless. I'm not rich, but I still have money to spend on books (my favorite thing). My life is comfortable, even happy. I raised my daughter to be a productive member of society. I divorced, then remarried, as "normal" people do. My husband loves me. I have two dogs. I'm a little bit of a recluse, but I like life that way.

Do I worry about tomorrow? Yes. And I plan for it as much as I can. But I don't let it cripple today. Today is sweet. Live in it.