I like to think of myself as a strong person.
I can accomplish many things with determination and time.
Many, but not all.
Once the idea of hurling myself off an overpass stared to look like an appealing option, I had to reevaluate.
Choosing the lesser of two evils, I've started Zoloft again.
Why is this any of your business?
It really isn't.
I believe that mental health is something that needs more attention in our society.
While not everyone is blessed (sarcasm) with a lifelong condition like my bipolar disorder, everyone struggles now and again.
Happy people can get depressed.
Such is life.
And I'm cool with that.
I'm still a fantastic mother.
I'm still a bangin' hot wife.
I'm still a crafty overachiever.
Let's be honest, crazy people are always more fun anyway.