I am beginning to be a "bubbly" me. It feels good to be well. I don't worry about an impending doom of a dip into depression once again. Sure I will probably hate life and hate feeling so depressed once I get to that point. But for now I will relish the freedom of feeling well, in terms of the bipolar. I have been listening to music again. Having a puppy gives me great joy instead of seeming like only work. I know my house needs much tidying up, but it will get done. At the same that I write this I have a small fear I will be writing something very opposite in the near future. But that's ok, for now it's all good.
