One of the great blessings of being bipolar is that I will feel things in a way that many "normals" won't. The colours will be vivid, the flavors remarkable and the sensations almost divine. I know that too much more and the brain races or the crash comes, but right here, perched on this happy little ledge, the sun is warm and if my body is keeping up with my brain, these will be some of the most productive days.
I try, to savor these. Because it will get dark soon and as of yet, there is nothing on the market that really helps me without rendering me unproductive and numb. I want to stay right here, where I can still see the to do list and be just foolhearty enough to say: Lets go! I don't want to go higher where I am 10ft tall and bulletproof and I dont want to drop to woe is me. I want to enjoy feeling ok and creative. I want to stay here where the future is still open and there is still time to make the good part last;)
THIS is one of the blessings and maybe I will be able to look on the post in the weeks and months ahead and say... wow that was a good day!
