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Why Drive Backwards My One Minute Cure for an 18 Year Problem
The lowest low felt like sinking, paralyzed into a thick black lake of tar. I was a drowning mute.
The highest high was knowing I would never feel like that again, until tomorrow.
I wearied of the "it-gets-betters" and "hang-in-theres", but I wanted life to make me a believer.
I never accepted the labels and I couldnt swallow the sentence; Bi-polar Affctive Disorder Type 1.
I have continued to live my life as a normal human being; Im not only getting by, Im flourishing.
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