I was going to write about “armchair psychs” but decided I wanted a fun topic. But you know the ones who talk and act like being crazy is new and how the ways and means to take care of it are wrong unless it’s their way. Umm…do they want to take care of me (unmedicated) when I am attempting to fly? People have been crazy since the dawn of man. However, it’s only been recently where it’s mostly acceptable to speak freely and get treatment without being burned at the stake, packed away in an asylum, or lobotomized. Wow. Okay. Apparently, I am writing about them anyway, since they make my blood boil (even if I genuinely like the person). I will make a small concession, a confession, if you will. What also makes my blood boil are those people who want an instant fix or a flavor of the week label that absolves them from trying learn how to care for their own needs. They have excuses why a mixed regimen is something they cannot do. Why? Because it’s work? Wake up! The insta-fix is non-existent. Also, we live in a society that has forgotten or abhors emotions other than happy. It should be okay to experience the gambit of emotions humans are granted at birth. The poo-pooing shouldn’t be we are experiencing them, it should be how we work through them. I’m Tinsa, I have been living with Bipolar 2 for as long as I can remember. I’m medicated, active, and I sometimes fail. What I’m not – I’m not a quitter. I respect the fact people are emotional and that everyone has the right to freedom of speech. This means even if I don’t like what you say or how you say it. I appreciate honest people because I’m not a fan of surprises.