Sometimes you think you've gotten over the demons from your past, but I suppose they never truly leave you be. I'm sure you are all wondering why I'm going to be limiting myself and I'll just go ahead and telll you. I went to my therapist the other day, something that I have done many times before. I've been going there for a year now to help me cope with my anxiety attacks. This session was a bit different. I don't want to burden you with my personal life, so I'll just say that my therapist said something that struck too close to home. Something I had thought I had gotten over long ago. I had a minor bout of depression late 2013 into 2014, but I got through it on my own. But when my therapist said aforementioned thing, I broke down in a bout of crying. The last fifteen minutes of therapy session, something that should be routine by now, was just be sobbing. I don't know what snapped, or what repressed memories and emotions surfaced at that moment. Whatever it was, I have been diagnosed with manic depression, or bipolar disorder, something I knew I had, but carried on denying its existence. I just need to focus on this and getting over the terrible, dark thoughts that are plaguing my mind. I don't know when or how I'm going to get over it...I might never get over it, but when I do, I'll try to get back into the full swing of things. I'll still be around just...less. Thanks for listening. Best wishes, and remember to always stay prodigious.