I am frustrated. Tears are flowing and it makes me angry because this morning I was in such a good mood. I thought for sure the meds were kicking in and things were getting better and then wham. Blow to the head.

I know I'm in a manic cycle. I've had four hours of sleep and I woke up hyper. I realize this. However being the weird person I am, I can be depressed and manic at the same time. Or maybe I'm not depressed, I'm just crying because I'm frustrated and sad. That happens, right? I don't even know what normal emotions are anymore.

There are days when things are great and there are days when life seems like a never ending black hole and I'm sliding into it at an alarming rate and there's nothing I can do and it's all going down the drain.

I have to be in control and take care of everyone and the little girl in me wants to curl up in someone's arms and cry until I can't anymore and then sleep soundly without dreams or interruptions.

I want someone to come in and rescue me. Save me. Clean my house, do my laundry, pay my bills. You know, all those responsible things that adults do that I don't want to do. Surely this is going to get better. Surely life is going to get easier. Surely someday it's going to ease up. I know I whine a lot, but in my defense my life is like a proverbial train wreck. Something goes wrong every day and we have hospital bills coming out our ears and Ali has been complaining of chest pain, and Eric is sick and without pain meds, and I'm tired. And battling Bipolar disorder and PTSD. Welcome to the circus folks.

My words are not inspiring. I have nothing witty to say, no words of encouragement to lift the masses. All 2 of you. I just have the ability to tell you that you're not alone. I know that everyone is on their own path. There are people who are still in the depth of the darkness, lost in the hopelessness of the pain. There are those who've found their way out, finding the light, learning to be thankful and joyful in all circumstances, becoming stronger than the pain, and taking their steps, one after the other, forward. And then there are those of you who are just like me. Not quite still in the trenches, but certainly not standing at the other end of the tunnel. All I can offer you is hope. Keep going. Don't give up. Surely it Heaven will be worth it all.