Dear readers,

Christmas is here and I am happy to be celebrating it outside the walls of a mental hospital.
It feels good to be well. For those visiting the blog for the first time. I have been diagnosed with
Bipolar Disorder since I was seventeen. I am thirty years old now.

I miss my daughter Venturina. O what I would give to see her this Christmas. She is going to be celebrating Christmas without her mom for the second year in a row this year and it just breaks my heart.

Yes she is in my heart. My mom says "I don't miss anyone because they are in my heart" and she is right. Tickets to go there are very expensive. But the invisible chord that unites us will be hard at work.