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!
I am a male, mid thirties, diagnosed with severe bipolar I in 2004. It's a small part of my life, now. I love to write on my blog, where I am known simply as theothersid3. I have a special interest in bipolar, spirituality, philosophy, and recovery. During the day/night, I work in a factory. I spend time outside writing in my journals about many things. Some day, I hope I can help a lot of people who struggle with severe bipolar and their loved ones through what I write. This is an anonymous blog, and I'm reaching out to the world when I can, to strive for this goal of mine. My wife has enabled me to strive farther than I thought I ever could. I love you! View all posts by theothersid3