I was released from the hospital in October of 2014.
It is now early June, and I am just now fully feeling like myself again.
It’s hard to explain, but having a manic episode kind of stripped me bare.
I’ve been poked and prodded and put on medication that slows down the functioning of my brain.
I’ve experienced the shocking loss of my father.
I’ve gotten engaged and am planning a wedding.
I’ve worked with my doctor to get to a dose that doesn’t make me feel like a complete zombie.
I’ve had the constant support of the people that love me, even if they feel like they are way out of their league and, at times, don’t understand me at all.
Shit has been rough, y’all. But I’m ok. And it gets better every day.
I feel up for writing again, so that’s a good sign.
I am feeling like I’m back in my own skin.
I can’t wait to continue writing for you guys.