What I Did On My Summer Vacation

Since it's back to school time, I thought I'd write a little essay about my summer vacation. I remember when I was in my primary years we would draw a picture about our summer vacation and the teacher would write a little sentence and that was it. If I could draw a picture here (or if I could draw period for that matter!) it would probably look something like this: Me at the bottom of the page, very small, wearing big boxing gloves. In from of me a ladder. Above me, hovering over me, trying to overcome me, dark menacing clouds with lightning bolts going every which way, striking fast and furious. Me on the ladder, me falling off the ladder, me on the ladder, me falling off the ladder. Some indication that this up and down the ladder repeated itself over and over and over until finally I was able to reach the top and start the real fight...slowly punching those menacing clouds away, striking the lightening bolts aside until finally there is a sun shining. This is my picture and underneath it I would write "I had an epic battle with a demon called Bipolar. It was kicking my ass for awhile but in the end I kicked it's sorry ass to the curb!"

Yes, most of my summer was spent cycling (and I don't mean on a bike!) like mad, being ultra irritable, irrational, and just plain awful to be around, alternating between utter depression and despondency and not being able to bear another minute of the madness in my head, along with being completely doped up and feeling rather out of it (hence my long absence from here). Sigh. It was a long haul this time - 3 more months of my life taken by my formidable opponent, leaving some battle scars to both me and Dave in its wake. However, in the end I have prevailed, as I always somehow seem to do, and have left this latest battle behind. Gone but not forgotten, once again I now start to claim my life back. And man, do I need a vacation!!!