If the world is ending, we toast to it.
My therapist told me there is one thing above all others that will help me overcome my bipolar. It's not my medication. It's not my therapy. It's not finishing up school. She told me the most important thing I can do is find my joy. The last time in my life when I felt happy...and I mean honest to goodness happy, not the fleeting moments of euphoria that goes along with being a manic depressive...was spring of 2003. I was finishing up my first year at college. I had bought my first horse and was riding every single day. My camera was still my best friend. and music was my life. Depression has robbed me of all the love and passion I had for those things.
In 2009, I am reclaiming that passion. My guitar will no longer collect dust. My camera will no longer be in storage. And even though Steel is for sale, I will do whatever I possibly can to stay involved in the horse community. My typical resolutions of weight loss, good grades, and better friendships...well, I imagine those will fall into place.
Heres to you, 2009.
In 2009, I am reclaiming that passion. My guitar will no longer collect dust. My camera will no longer be in storage. And even though Steel is for sale, I will do whatever I possibly can to stay involved in the horse community. My typical resolutions of weight loss, good grades, and better friendships...well, I imagine those will fall into place.
Heres to you, 2009.