I made a HUGE decision tonight. As of now, please just pray it's the right one.
So, I tried it. I obviously (and thankfully) failed, but it forced me to have to spend the weekend in Georgia Regional's mental hospital. What an eye opener! I met a lot of women just like me...and a lot of women much crazier than me. But I left with a sense of who I am, who I can be, and I think that I might have made some lives a little better. Please never cease praying for me. Bipolar disorder is a complicated monster, and it may take a while to figure out now to balance my unstable brain. Special thanks to Helen, Mama, Aunt Marilyn, and Aunt Donnie, whose visits and phone calls kept me (mostly) sane. I love each and every person who is reading this!
And I'm not ashamed to say it. I take on a lot. I am strong enough to take on a lot. But I am fragile. I break. And this weekend, I shattered. I have been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and Intermittent Explosive Disorder. You can call me crazy and treat me different if it makes you feel better, but I have a disease; it doesn't have me. I have come to realize that none of this is my fault. Or your fault. Or hers or his. I have a sick, unstable brain. I was born this way. But it will no longer control me, defeat me, and make me feel stupid.
I just need y'all to love me through it.