laughter, something so simple and free, yet most times it’s seems expensive and elusive for me. A deep sadness lingers beneath the giggles. I’m living a double life with a diagnosis of bipolar, going from one extreme to another. Trying desperately to find and maintain a balance without traditionally over medicating my mind. My circumstances seem to greatly effect which side of the pendulum I’m on. No longer having job security, dreams of being a well paid writer seem far beyond me, a love life that is dead, and friendships that are non existent. Why would I not be depressed? Somehow I still have moments of hope, bliss and happiness. Lately depression has me standing at deaths door, but I refuse to enter. Instead I refocus my thoughts to flow beyond my feelings. Remember the documented truths and trials of faith others have endured. The pitfalls of life no longer surprise me, It’s the fight I have and my ability to climb out of them that does. To those living with a mental health diagnosis, I encourage you to be bold, be courageous, face your truths. More importantly to not give up on you.
Author Christy Angelette 