Being bipolar is no fun.
Depression is a constant companion.
There are moments, hours, days, even weeks,
when you feel wonderful...
and the same goes for feeling terrible.
Meds do help.
But, much more than my meds,
my cats do so much more for me.....
Cats are good therapy.
I can look to my left, right now,
and I see my old orange tabby,
and he opens his eyes and looks at me
and goes back to sleep.
But.... he's here.
With me.
He's always here with me.
That makes the difference for me,
the difference between bad times
and good times.

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