Stigma Doesn’t Die In The Dark
I would rather be legless than bipolar. Because willpower can overcome physical limitations, and I have so very much willpower. Willpower does nothing in the face of depression. Nothing.
I was fine when I woke up. Now my beautiful little boy, who has done nothing but be a beautiful little boy, has overstimulated me and here I am. Unedited. Un-instagrammed. I would say unashamed, but that’s not entirely true. I know, intellectually, that I shouldn’t be ashamed for failing to control my emotions. I still feel shame though.
So I tell my beautiful little boy that sometimes mama gets sad for no reason, and that’s ok. And he hugs me. And I hope with all of my heart that he never feels this way ❤️
