I find myself on this the last day of Febuary wondering what Spring will bring. What flowers will I see first. Which tree will sprout it's first bud. As I get older I appreciate nature and the turning of the seasons. Changing every three months or so. Blossoming into a beautiful flower. Watching the trees change colors and glide to the ground. The first snow. Small things.
I'm bipolar and want to tell my story. I want to help those who need advice and support. I love to answer questions about mental illness. I hope you like what I have to say.