It was kind of an amazing service, for the Day of the Dead. I almost cried at many points. The music was remarkable.
I was thinking about how mental illness tends to consume my whole demeanor rather than being something I can put aside. My world is colored by moods that come and go. I think all the therapy I've had has helped me to be able to stand back from it every now and then and to say, this too shall pass. I don't know if people who don't have a diagnosis understand how it is all-inclusive, the state of mind of being bipolar. It's so nice when it's in remission.
Home now, making mac and cheese, and considering the afternoon.
Honey, it isn't "I think all the therapy I've had" but all the hard work YOU have done in therapy.
Posted by: Liz Ditz | November 01, 2009 at 07:57 PM