Is It No Surprise I Have Bipolar II?????

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My dad painted this on his barn ceiling when he was well. It’s beautiful. But, he’s atheist. In our home,when I was growing up,  the words church and God were treated, by my father as “bad” words. I could get away with cursing. But, speak of God? I’d be an “idiot”.

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Writing Not Just a Phase

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I’ve come to the conclusion that the writing bug may not be a bug at all. It’s a disease. A disease that’s infected me and I’ve heard once it does it’s chronic. My jewelry has been forgotten. But, I’m enjoying the writing so much that I’m not sad. And, to top it off I make money at it! Time flies/I make money. I never thought I’d want to be inflicted with a disease.