This has been my toughest challenge as a mom struggling with mental illness. I’m bipolar. Bipolar disorder already so messes with a person’s internal clock. Kids complicate that. It’s that endless moment that later, you can’t believe you missed. It is how the fuck did I accomplish NOTHING, yet again, on another day that lasted for a year? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

It’s praying they’ll take a long nap so you can have peace, and guilt because the year flew by and you want it back and you spent so much of it willing time to hurry up.

I don’t have answers but I understand your questions.

I just wanted you to know.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.