Feb 17, 2020
6 min read
I’m Not A Lazy Writer; I Have Bipolar Disorder
You might accept that, but I sure can’t.
One of the clients my husband works for recently invited us to a dinner party at Seasons 52 in South Florida. I spent the afternoon struggling over which fancy dress to wear and whether my makeup looked decent. I didn’t know a soul there except my husband, but when we got there the people seemed friendly. I relaxed a bit as we sit down for…
