Educator, advocate, and writer who has been shacking up with bipolar disorder since 2000. The “Dr.” is silent. The bad jokes are loud.
When you have a glitchy, fickle brain like mineYou think about it all the timeDo I have to eat? Do I have to shower?I sit in old pajamas…
Eyeballs wet and weepy balloons
Tethered to my passive lashes