The Journey Back to Ultra: Island Life
My mind floats along the sea of life; never knowing if I am having an interest or obsession; feeling torn for more, yet desiring less.
I train here and there. The overruling thought-king lives in exile, I don’t know when or if he will return. I float between hobbies and responsibilities.
I’m learning. My therapist has a few tricks up his sleeve. I’m growing through lots of external and internal changes.
Relationships are blossoming, spring feels near. It’s been a lonely winter and I hope to make new friends and be a better one to those I have.
I worry about the new me and how I will face the old if he returns with his sword of Bipolar type II.
But for now, I’ll train when I can, love like I should, and hope for a stronger tomorrow.