I hope I'm not bi-polar. None of my therapists have thought so. But sometimes I look over the postings I put here on MS, and see the incredible ups and downs I've expressed here.
Here I go again. Something's changed in me since a month or so ago when I saw similarities between myself Hans Solo, a childhood hero.
This last couple weeks, I've been waking up feeling sexy. It's weird. I've never felt that before. And this past couple of days I've been feeling like I'm getting sexier. It's really weird.
And then it hit me - I'm aging like a very fine wine! I was crushed in the beginning, but I survived, and now I will become dense and rich and wildly fruitful and intoxicating. Aging like a fine wine. An awesome guy with a checkered past who reclaimed his life. I really like this guy. That guy happens to be me.
Weee! Recovery is a roller coaster indeed.
It's a heroes journey, and you are the hero.
-- I must remind myself that sugar is my enemy. I can't control my sugar consumption and sugar makes me mentally unstable. I'm reminding myself (because I forgot again).