I woke up after a really good sleep. Some dreams too, somewhat clear somewhat not. Ate my oat porridge, as usual. Took a good cup of coffee but always with a little milk. My dear friend would arrive since we arranged that we would go for a big walk today. So he came, and we went. On the sidewalk it was so slippery, as if someone poured the water with tons of hoses and just kept going for miles. No sand no nothing to prevent this madness.

Anyway, we went on despite this. Talked about everything, from heaven to earth. He knows that I have bipolar unspecified. And respects it. He sees me just as I was anyone else. Actually, it is hard to notice that I even have dis disease. Because you won’t notice when you speak with me or meet me. Far from it. You will however noticed this when I’m about on having massive pressure from every, possible direction. And I mean a LOT. Luckily, I have learned from my episodes that I always listen after the first signals before I get into any episodes at all.

So we went on, and then headed home. The sun was there but not that much light. It was a good walk and I think we went about 7,5 miles. Also, the tempo was but fast too. We use to walk and also to eat at some restaurants and just talk and talk, gossips or whatever it’s on the topic. However, since Sweden now have sharp restrictions and there are more than 24000 infected people in Sweden every day, we won’t take any risks to have a snack in any restaurant at all.

Now I’m just laying in my bed and writing this. It’s late but I promised myself, that I’ll help anyone here with this disease. That we learn from each other. It’s like having a stick. You can snap it just like that. But when you try to snap ten sticks who are together, that’s when they will never snap.

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