On days when The Sads come for a visit, these honey wheat pretzel sticks are my buddies that help me through.
I realize the ups and downs are a normal part of the Bipolar II syndrome. But the down days, when tears lurk just beneath the surface, are no fun. I don't drink alcohol. I don't misuse prescription meds or self-soothe with party drugs. But pretzels? That's what I lean on. Well, pretzels and romance movies on the Hallmark Channel. (Plus, Dale and I found a geocache out in the countryside).
I made it to the end of another day in Covid isolation.
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Tomorrow will be better. I have to keep believing.
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