Sunday was one of the darkest days I have had in a bit .. meaning like a few months. Again, I’m not posting the videos of me talking to myself down off the ledge… for obvious reasons. But it was honestly the only thing that was keeping me connected to “reality”.
Being a bipolar mother and the guilt and shame that comes with it is should crushing and this overwhelming feeling of not only the destroyer of their lives, but unable to do anything to make things better. Also, when the roles are reversed, here I am the mother falling apart and my daughter trying to tip toe around me and be the grounded solid one. So much shame.
I did decide to make the cover picture funny – because sometimes that’s all I can do is laugh.
Distorted Clarity 