Being grey was never a bad thing for me. I suffer from bipolar disorder. Everything was always black and white. I've finally found the grey area that I've been craving my entire life. I am at peace. I still have my bad days, my manic episodes, my depressed episodes, and worst of all: my manic depressive episodes. I suppose that's the life of one with manic depression. I've come to terms with the fact that my episodes will come and go, never completely gone. I will persevere. Some days my thoughts take me to a dark place, but I will never get as bad as I was. I'm managing my mental illness, one step at a time.
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