My truth

This last year has been extremely hard.

It's been reliving my life in fast forward from the age of 14.

I was stupid and in February pressed an override switch.

I went manic and threw caution to the wind.

This is the trough.

The higher, the high, the deeper, the ocean.

In 2000 I was diagnosed as bipolar.

But for the past few years I would say I have been mostly asymptomatic because I was careful to note the warning signs and resign if necessary.

Health first - job/career second.

But this time, I got tossed a curve ball I wasn't prepared for and a secondary force I was not aware of came into play.

Keep reading if you want. It doesn't matter.

After my death, it will be all that lives.

I have no intention of turning 30.