Proud

I was told twice yesterday that someone was proud of me. Granted, one was from my mother and the other being from Diego. It felt kind of weird, to be honest. My mother went on and on about how I am not this jaded facade of a person (my words, not her direct words.) We…

Burdens and Small Victories

I was scrolling through the bipolar tag on WordPress to gain some inspiration for my next blog post when it hit me… all my life I have always felt as though I were a burden to others, all while others who confided in me were not a burden to me. Growing up, every child is…