Angela Luck

Somebody Grab That Turkey Buzzard! We Gots to Fix Dinner! Angela Luck

The mind is a strange bedfellow for a bipolar human. I've found this to be true, perhaps more than most. Maybe less. Who knows? Someone told me that my writing could be inspirational to others who have the same affliction and also to those who must deal with us on a day to day basis. And, coming from a family which has more than its share of mental illness, I thought to myself, "Why not give the world a look into my mind?" After all, who can it hurt? Maybe, just maybe, one other tortured soul can be helped. And just maybe, one can be averted in the process, also. Dear reader, this is the first. It will not be the last. As we live, we learn. And we all die a little inside every minute when we are bipolar with no one to understand us.