Today, at the body’s 50 age...we just switch to function through our daily tasks. All the emotions are deeply buried, and we stay busy or numb to avoid them. The bipolar meds help in sedating and we stay adultish because we don’t want to be noticed (fat chance, everyone looks at me funny already), but little Bobby fronts unexpectedly when we talk about Cleo and always says he’s hungry.

Every system is different. This is just description a of ourselves.

Our gatekeeper keeps us pretty well regulated, but there are times when he’s caught napping.