At times the bridge is very narrow, with planks that are unstable, some even missing. I continue my journey holding on tight as the bridge narrows, and the planks are unsafe taking each step slowly making choices carefully as I move forwards. There are times when the bridge will widen providing me with more space to move about with somewhat ease, but as I continue on not knowing what may lie ahead of me but I will continue now and tomorrow.
My journey I will control it, it will not control me. I will choose where I will go and when I will end my journey.
The road is full of twists, turns, cross roads and valleys. I may stumble but I will get up and continue on to where lies my destination.
Bipolar survivor at its best….