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!
Male, early-mid thirties... I have a special interest in bipolar (I have type I), spirituality, life's journey, 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. View all posts by theothersid3