How I Finally Learned To Love My Bipolar Self
I name my emotions as they come up, sit with them for a while, figure out what they are. Nice to meet you, I say to excitement, Calm down, I instruct nervousness.
I name my emotions as they come up, sit with them for a while, figure out what they are. Nice to meet you, I say to excitement, Calm down, I instruct nervousness.
440 Lorimer Street. Back to Brooklyn. I wore the same green dress all the time, and supported myself handing out flyers in Times Square for an off-Broadway show about Elvis. I had to wear a poodle skirt. I spent all my earnings on cheap wine and cocaine.
This year, I’m going to take a stand. Instead of resolving to write my book, run a marathon, and become a pious Jew, I’m resolving not to resolve.