Lithium Carbonate :::
I have bipolar affective disorder type 1. For 17 years I’ve lived not a lie but an ongoing apology for an element of myself I could only scarcely control. I’ve experienced intense isolation, literal starvation due to poverty and been treated as a pariah based more on cliches than myself. Besides being a basic human with empathy, I can relate to people who are LGBTQI, of minorities and of the impoverished. I started this post by taking a photograph, so I wasn’t prepared to write this, but I suppose I want to express that if you are a transgender individual feeling alone in the world, a black teen kid held as a criminal for her or his existence or treated as human garbage for being poor, well, it doesn’t exactly get better as easily as it’s made out, but you can become your own definition of better. Work with what you have, draw from experience and be your own bad self and create your own badass life, music, art, literature, pastries, amusing anecdotes…etc. This isn’t fully formed but I’m not too concerned. Take the parts of you that exist within the “other” and use them to make something beautiful, however you define it.