While I was cleaning up yesterday, I dropped another dish and it broke. It fell on my foot before hitting the ground, and I’m lucky that it didn’t hurt. Of course, this was another serving dish that I got as a wedding present. At least there wasn’t any food on the dish like last time. Maybe I shouldn’t be picking things up anymore, but where do I draw the line? I never know when my hands are going to twitch. It’s completely random.
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.