Sunday, March 9, 2014

Two Tattoos In Three Days...Crazy, I Know!

Eight years ago something monumental happened to me.

Eight years ago I found out I was bipolar.

I had known something was wrong. What I didn't know was what it was, how to treat it, or whether I would ever feel "normal", whatever that was.

There's something amazing about knowing your demon. Everyone has demons. Mine finally had a name, and I could finally fight it. And after eight years, I feel like I've defeated it.

Eight years ago I started taking Lamictal.

A whole new world was opened up to me. It was a world in which I could understand my pain. Everything suddenly made sense. This world was a world of emotional color. Things were no longer bleak and gray. This was a chance for a new life.

Scott was a big part of that life. He was there when I was diagnosed. He was there when I started medicating. And he was there when I achieved clarity.

Everything that ends begins something else. Scott and I ended. But it's not the end. And that's why I got this:



"Endings precede new beginnings"

And for the eight years I've been on Lamictal?

I got this:



This molecule changed my life.