"Remember when you said I had my bipolar under control? Yeah, I really didn't. I mean, I do. But I had a lot of moments. For some reason, my mind always allowed him to see its fragile fluctuating state. And only him. I was always sorry about that," I explained to my godparents.
"I think I was able to see what was her and what wasn't completely her over time. Because even if the mental illness was at the forefront, the things she was feeling was still real. She just couldn't control how it was coming out," he explained.
Then he also said, "I think she cared about a lot of people and about a lot of different things, and her mind took advantage of that. And then used that care against her in multiple situations. So, at times, she came off clingy, emotional, irrational, impulsive, inconsistent, fickle, and unstable... but she just cared a lot. Her mind used it against her by expressing it in those other ways instead of the way she wanted to show it."
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Finding Joy
PoésieI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
