I am thankful for my wonderful family and for my son. I'm thankful I can afford treatment for my bipolar. I'm thankful for my job and a boss who has stuck by me when I've had to work odd schedules to go to college and now to be there for my son.

You know, I've been complaining about my son always having my house a mess. Just a little bit ago, I told myself I'm lucky enough I have a kid healthy enough to make a mess. I'm lucky I have a home he can mess up with all the things we are lucky enough to own. I'm grateful.