The stress of a large home renovation then subsequent bronchitis throws me into a bipolar episode...
I would ask total random strangers to look into my eyes and see the flecks. The flecks are magic, I would say. Um....No words.
'Make work your favorite, that's your new favorite, okay? Work is your new favorite.'
~Elf, The Movie
A week after my precious son was born, I was in a strait-jacket, face down on the floor of a rubber room. Helloooooo postpartum psychosis.