There Is Always A Part Of My

Mood Disorders Are Terribly Painful Illnesses, And They Are Isolating Illnesses. And They Make People Feel Terrible About Themselves When, In Fact, They Can Be Treated.

Love Has, At Its Best, Made The Inherent Sadness Of Life Bearable, And Its Beauty Manifest.

There Is Always A Part Of My Mind That Is Preparing For The Worst, And Another Part Of My Mind That Believes If I Prepare Enough For It, The Worst Won’t Happen.

I Compare Myself With My Former Self, Not With Others. Not Only That, I Tend To Compare My Current Self With The Best I Have Been, Which Is When I Have Been Midly Manic. When I Am My Present "normal" Self, I Am Far Removed From When I Have Been My Liveliest, Most Productive, Most Intense, Most Outgoing And Effervescent. In Sort, For Myself, I Am A Hard Act To Follow.

People Talk About Grief As If It's Kind Of An Unremittingly Awful Thing, And It Is. It Is Painful, But It's A Very, Very Interesting Sort Of Thing To Go Through And It Really Helps You Out.