So today is my birthday. When I was younger, I celebrated being one year older, one year closer to the next thing. After, it was just depressing to hit that next birthday. Now, I look at it as a celebration of making it another year, even more so now that I’m alive and well. A birthday doesn’t have to mean you’re one year older. It depends on how you look at it!
Thank you for visiting my site! Feel free to like, comment or subscribe to any of my content. I am a male in my mid thirties who loves to write about the mysteries of life I have encountered or think about. I was diagnosed with severe bipolar I in 2004, and I like to write about this journey to recovery in all its stages as well. Some day, I hope to tie everything together and write a couple of books related to my experiences. Thanks again for stopping by! - theothersid3 View all posts by theothersid3