I had this friend that I emailed with, we talked about mutual interests and gave each other advice. It was a pretty regular thing for a while. Well about two months ago when I started this blog and I was a tad-bit hypomanic I told everyone I knew, which is like three people. This person included. Well I haven’t heard from them since. It never occurred to me that I would be judged so harshly for the things that I have overcome. Yes I’ve lived a bit of a reckless existence, but that was ten years ago and a different me entirely. You know what? I’m not going to make excuses for my life, it is what it is and a good person would accept me for who I am. I love my blog, it holds me accountable for my emotions and actions. It is the diary I was always too lazy to write. If I am not honest here of all places, where could I be? I spend my days hiding the crazy from the world and protecting my loved ones from myself. Your mother does not want to know you squandered away your gift of life for ten years on drugs and alcohol, your husband does not want to know that even he can not keep you happy when you are depressed. But here, where they don’t come, I feel free to express my feelings without sugar-coating and I can work it all out someplace other than my head. Here I am free to be myself without worrying if someone is going to think I’m weird and I’m pretty sure I am not the only one to ever swing on a pole.