I heard some bad news yesterday. My dad’s old business partner died. Since I found out, I’ve been a little off, a bit sad. It feels like losing another part of my dad. It brought back memories of my father, which made me smile and cry. I hadn’t talked to this guy in at least ten years, probably more like 15 years, but he was a memorable and wonderful part of my childhood. This news is racing through my mind. It feels odd to be this upset about the death of a guy I haven’t seen in over a decade.
My Side of the Pole
I'm a 32 year old married woman who has been dealing with Bipolar disorder since the age of 14. This is all about my life, diagnoses, and treatments. If you have any questions, just ask me. I hope that others with Bipolar Disorder or PTSD can relate to my blog and find it helpful.
My Side of the Pole 
I had an outpatient procedure and even though I’m glad for the mercy of anesthesia, it brought me face to face with my mortality. Death does this. Also, I look at how much time do I have left at 55? I have some goals for tardive awareness….but it’s taking up a lot of time and when I’m dead, looking back, I don’t want to think all I did was focus on bipolar and tardive. Not fair to my husband.
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