I am infinitely thankful, but totally amazed, that somehow I ended up creating one of the happiest babies I’ve ever seen; one who smiles, sings, and dances all of the time. I honestly wouldn’t even believe she’s mine, but I have the scar to prove it. I stare at her in awe from the darkness of depression, and frolic with her through hypomania.
I want to be her when I grow up, but in the meantime, between mood shifts, I’ll try to smell a flower or two along the way.
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