Last night, my husband came home with a dozen roses. He said that he could tell that I was struggling lately and he wanted to help cheer me up. I’m very lucky to have a man like him that pays attention to how I’m feeling and wants to help me out. Every time I look at the roses, it makes me feel a little bit better.

I’m worried about my dog lately. This morning he didn’t want to eat. And for the past few nights, he’s been coming into our bedroom, which he never does. He doesn’t even come when he’s called. He’s just acting weird, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because we’re moving and things are changing. Hopefully things will get better for him.

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.

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