Two very horrible things that I would not wish on my worst enemy if I had one.
I believe that this Bi-polar Depression is the worst form to have.
There are moments when I feel like I am on the top of the word. Good Days.
Then there are moments (like today) when I couldn't feel lower. Bad Days.
It makes the road back to normal seem like an uphill battle without legs to climb it.
Every night I pray that I could go to sleep and wake up in a different world.
Not world as in where I live my life. World as in what lives in my head.
To wake up and feel normal.
And most times I am beginning to believe it.
I sat down on the couch with my husband just a shrt while ago and asked him if I would ever be who I was again. His answer was yes. I just wish I had his optimistic abilities.
