I think of it as a blessing...

I've always been candid about being diagnosed with bipolar disorder several years ago. I am an advocate for people who have experienced this and know that living a life full of love and happiness is possible.

Being bipolar is not who I am and it does not define me. It is, however, a part of what makes me unique. It makes me, me. Some people think of it as a curse. I think of it as a blessing.

https://psychcentral.com/blog/top-ten-terrific-things-about-bipolar-disorder/?fbclid=IwAR1wBWlS6iP0cKlCDbwB0UrHtWTXvpvJaEz4PaK14DrRkHHJHB39Mszz4lo

It would be a beautiful life...

I could choose to stay home, drink rose and watch "Remains of the Day".

It would be a beautiful life, but it is not what I am destined to do.

Please wait for me Portugal...

Please wait for me Portugal. 

I promise I will find my way back to you.

One foot...

I have one foot in the present.  

I have one foot in the future.

Waiting...

As I sit here this night I have realized that I have spent much my adult life waiting.

Waiting to have that picture-perfect family.

Waiting for that first marriage to steady from my then husband’s alcoholism; from the chaos that ensured.

Waiting after the first year of a second marriage, to get out of that tireless and toxic relationship.

Waiting to move to Portugal: to my home.

Waiting has been filled with many things: raising and loving an only child; losing my parents (one to leukemia and one to dementia).

Waiting to ultimately find myself.

Waiting has at times been tedious, yet at the same time still, depending on the day.

We all wait, I suppose, for different things.  Hopefully though, in the end, those still periods will be worth the wait.