Aw, shucks, back atchya.

Life is just as ironic as can be, isn't it? When I was first dx'd, I suppose I felt like it was a huge burden, a cross to bear or whatever. Over time, I have come to regard it as a very curious gift. I don't feel sorry for myself anymore; I feel sorry for the ones who's lives are plotted along a trajectory of ignorance wherein all their mediocrity is never challenged. Those for whom the question of self vs idea of self is never raised seem much less likely to me to ever transcend their own mental muck. For all I've suffered from bipolar, I wouldn't exchange what I have learned from it for a life without it. True story. That takes some pleasure out of whining, though. wah. lol.

Tgr, I'm sure glad you are here. You are a heart of gold.

"I want to live.
I want to give.
I've been a miner for a heart of gold,
and I'm gettin' old." (Niel Young)

xo.