It’s not that I’m not still feeling awesome. I sure am. But I’m also sad. My head is filling up with these horrible thoughts. About practically everything.
I don’t want to fight them. I want to embrace them and move on but I’m not able to not simply sit and cry.
Maybe it’s needed to balance how ecstatic I’ve been. Maybe it’s because I’m tired with the lack of sleep. Maybe it’s to test whether I’ll stick to my new found positivity even on bipolar days.
Whatever the reason, I still have to deal with it. So here’s to a nice sandwich, a glass of cool guava juice, marathon series of Gilmore girls and loads more positivity to stay strong through this phase. Here’s to my new life. Cheers!