A Year and a Few Tears Later

I stopped writing this blog because I felt that perhaps writing about one's illness might be counterproductive and overly self-involved.

But I was wrong. It is, in fact, productive, and while somewhat self-involved, can put out into the light something that can help other people who suffer from bipolar disorder.

So here we go again.

Rather than dump bipolar stuff on my knitting blog, this is a far better venue. I dislike mixing the two, actually. Manic depression and knitting don't necessarily go together, although I find my color choices often hooked into my mood. Not exactly a revolutionary theory but rather one of a series of epiphanies that I've had about being bipolar.

You know how it is. You read something, it doesn't connect with your state of mind, and then three months later, you go, "Oh, right. That's me."

Now coming out of a nasty bout of dysphoria, I started to think that perhaps keeping this blog alive would add to my need for advocacy.

Let's ride. Not over the edge but backing away from it.