I just got back from Guatemala. I'm working, dancing, climbing and teaching myself to beatbox. One might say that my life is full, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with my having just closed the records on nearly three years of psychiatric counseling. I am "diagnosed" as bipolar; as is my father and the majority of his nuclear family. We are all brilliant, and all a little on the edge......all the time.
I've a perfect life right now, one of my highest highs yet. If I were as religious as my father, I would feel guilty for "living for myself".
But I'm not.
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