I Saw Red
Today, I saw red. Crimson, angry red. It bled from me onto others who deserved my patience. My consolation is that this fire from inside has been given a name. Bipolar type 2. Now, more pills, more therapy and someday soon, [hopefully] more calm, more even, less erratic moods. This honesty scares me. I want to be known for who I could be, as much as for who I am. The first step is this honesty. Thanks for listening.
Here are a few shots from the day: