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!