I don’t blame you for thinking I’m crazy. I think I’m crazy. I drive myself insane at night when I am lying in bed wondering how one little body can put up with so many different emotions and feelings.
Yesterday, down and depressed. Today, I can’t stop smiling.
If I were to go to a shrink, I’m sure they would diagnose me Bipolic and send me away with yet more drugs.
I am on so many, I have to have one of those little plastic boxes that have the pills for the separate days, so I know what I’ve taken and what I’ve forgotten. Like I’m senile or something.
So, just to let you know, I don’t need help (yet), I’m not crazy (yet), I’m not Bipolic (again, yet) but I DO have hormones raging all over the friggen place.