"I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat."
May 13, 1940
that's how these many years w/bipolar have felt. one big fight against the illness, no room for anything else at all, whatsoever.
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I need to tell my story in order to heal. Here it is, in pieces and parts, fragments and fragmentation. This is my declaration of sanity.
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