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What is normal anyway? Brace yourself with reality and try to figure out and tell me if you can tell me what exactly is normal because I can guarantee you cannot. 

But when Sasha Sloan sings her song Normal
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1AJGeFU_sVoJbQYVjbdRciIHzXjUqvM6o
And how she wants to feel normal for the night- I totally get it. Maybe no one ever feels normal. Normality is so subjective. And these days who sets the standards of what normal is. But living with bipolar disorder you NEVER feel normal. 

Your level of intensity in passion fueled with desire and unlimited emotions driven by either too much energy or too little energy kinda steers your actions until!!!!! 

Until!!!!!!

Wait for it!

You become stabilized! On medication! And it’s a glorious feeling. I remember those days though that I was a lab rat. I was briefly talking to a friend this morning about the side effects and the experimentation process. 

It was horrible. I was on the wrong medicine for 3 years until I found something better. And now I’m on something great. And I feel “normal” and you can see it in my writing and see it in this picture 

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1mYHdqeuQ86fpNBfJ78Wyfmxnlbxk6BA0

I definitely wore my $3.96 Walmart shirt that says Kinda care / Kinda don’t with white pants today. So maybe I’m not normal? However I feel normal. 

I was telling my friend, it doesn’t matter what any one else thinks of you- it only matters what your perception of yourself is. And that is the truth. 

Me in my Walmart shirt and White pants feel totally normal (even though I definitely march to the beat of my own drum) and that is thanks to modern technology. 

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