You know that feeling you get when you wake up and realize you’re not as dripping sick with the flu or cold for the last week? That feeling that’s a cross between the life-kicking elation of learning to walk again and the steely power of holding a Desert Eagle handgun. Yeah, take that and multiply is 100 fold (the cross between learning to create World Peace and holding a hydrogen bomb).

That’s me right now.

WIN.

Epic Win, really.

For the first time in my life, I can say: I have won the war with bipolar. It literally hasn’t affected my day-to-day life for months. MONTHS.

I have SO much going on in my life right now. STRESS STRESS STRESS, but I don’t feel it. I’m in control. Behold the Power of Grayskull. Stick a sword in it.

It’s done.

K, so, to all you who don’t have a “permanent disability”, quit crying about what affects you. If I can accomplish everything I have and BEAT THE SHIT out of bipolar, you can do absolutely everything you put your mind to, there’s really no limit. (Julia‘s words to me.)

This is winning a 20 year war. This is better than beating cancer (miss those posts? I did it.)

IN OTHER NEWS: A woman in Ohio used invetro fertilization and had a baby. Sweet. Until the doctors called her and told her they mixed up the eggs. Yeah, not her actual baby. FUCK.