This isn't necessarily bipolar related, but I'm comfortable here. So here goes. Deep breath.

I gave a baby up for adoption as a teenager (shes almost an adult now). Today is her birthday. When I placed her for adoption I struggled with mental health issues and I'm guilty of wondering if things would have been different had I been helped. My mom disowned me for my decision and I fell apart.

I still talk to my biological daughter and her family and even her biological dad. I say we have the most amazing adoption story ever.

That all said its like giving a piece of your heart away and the wound never heals. I never talk about her on new years because I'm afraid it will break me. I'm finally okay after 2 years of depression and mania and one big mess. I want to continue to be good and not let this day take me down.

If you could take 2 seconds for a hug, I could use it. Thanks for listening.