Verbal Omelette

This Verbal Vomit post I’m struggling with is great. But it’s like an omelette. There are eggs, cheese, onions, and green peppers and really GOOD things in it…but then I keep trying to add more good things. Like grapes, and ice cream, and fruit snacks.  They’re delicious, but not in an omelette. In an omelette they just don’t make sense. 

So I’m going to start a new omelette without all that extra stuff. 

Sometimes you just have to give in and admit to yourself that what you’re doing isn’t working. 

Throwing it out now.

Starting over.

Part of the piece I’m working on. I’m proud of it so far. I feel like I’m getting back to where I was before. 

I don’t mean for this to be a depressing/pity post.

But mental illness is a jerk. Without medication, or with the wrong balance of medication, you can lose months and years of your life. 

But when you conquer it, even for a day, it’s the best feeling ever.