bipolarmom

    Today, I walked into the grocery store behind your family of six.    In my mind, today, I walked.    That long, precariously paced walk to the door was a little much for me. You’d never guess it by looking at me, would you? Perhaps not.    In fact, you’re making that pretty clear by staring at me incredulously as I carefully slide onto an electric cart. I don’t notice at first. I’m on a mission.    You see, people like me don’t often take kindly to ‘going out’. We do not have the luxury of hanging about to peruse the sales. We are ‘get-in-and-get-out’ people. We are the chroni