Just less than a year ago, I wrote a very bold letter. It went something like this:
Dear bipolar II,
You will not take my sense of humor away from me.
Check. And Mate.
Anna
And how did bipolar II respond?
Dear Anna,
Yes. Sometimes I will. I will take your humor, and your passion, and your smile, and I will toss it in a blender, pour it over ice, and drink it with glee. I'm sorry, that's just kinda my thing.
Love,
Your mental illness
My response to its response?
Dear bipolar II,
Although I'm surprised we're still on speaking terms, I'll see your blender, and raise you a group of amazing friends, a truly heroic family, and an internal fortitude that does not fear your glee. And while we're sitting at this table together, I'd like to remind you that my humor and passion are limitless and come from an infinitely renewable source. Drink your fill, there's more where it came from.
Anna
3 comments:
Yes. And wow: "my humor and passion are limitless and come from an infinitely renewable source".
Thanks for the reminder! And way to go this year!
You continue to be such an inspiration. I admire your strength!! You're superwoman to me!
Awwww! Thanks you guys. Sometimes it's hard to write about this stuff without wallowing. I'm so happy when the words that come out of my fingers strike a chord with people. Thank you so much for being my readers, and always throwing something positive at me. It helps keep me accountable, and gives me some pretty cool warm-fuzzies too.
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