I feel happy today. I love the blue sky, the breeze, my husband’s smile. But I feel calm so I not going to torture myself with wondering if I’m gonna get manic. I’m just going to enjoy it. I’m not crashing around like a bumble bee in a bottle.

The reason I’m sharing this with you is because I’ve been struggling with mental illness for decades. There have been times when I was so far down the black hole that I thought the only solution was to stop living. I fully understand what it feels like to feel empty and without hope. I know what it’s like to lay in bed crying feeling like a useless worthless worm of a person.

Basically I’m trying to tell you that no matter how bad it gets, there is hope. It may take a long time and it may not always last, but there is still hope.