First blog post

Six months ago, my life felt out of control.

Four months ago, I was still in partial hospitalization.

A month and a half ago, I was  discharged with treatment plans and hope.

Today I realized that my story was still being written, in the choices I make, in the meds I take, in the therapy I attend even when it feels too hard.  I am still terrified every day, waiting for the floor of sanity to crumble beneath me.

Who I am: anonymous, older than you would think, a lawyer, a wife, a friend.  I’m liberal, I’m lost, I quote bits of songs to myself when I see myself.

Maybe someday I’ll find the answers.

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