Back home in Portland, Oregon
I am back from a two week trip where I learned a lot about myself. First of all, I thought that having free time meant having a vacation. It doesn’t. Free time means that I’m always worrying that I should work more- and I get upset that I’m sick all of the time. A vacation- I just had one for the first time in probably 10 years- is different. One day with my friend Pam, I just walked around San Antonio, Texas and didn’t think about my work at all. I enjoyed the beautiful setting of the River Walk and the company of my friend of over 20 years! I think that is the definition of a vacation from bipolar disorder as well!
Julie
PS: When I got really sick in 1998, I was a mess and lost most of my friends. Pam was in the Peace Corps in Paraguay, so I couldn’t wreck that friendship!
