Bipolar Fairy and a Sock Full of Quarters

The Bipolar Fairy has struck again. But I'm not going to bitch about her flaky demeanor this time. I think she is granting me my wish of being on the "up" side of things for longer than a day before crashing and burning and all that jazz. 

I have had hope that has gone past one day. Yes, that means I have spent approximately 36 hours without the thought of killing myself. 2,160 minutes of choosing to be better. 129,600 seconds of happiness. A day and a half that is looking like it's going to lead to TWO full days. And then THREE. And then, holy shit, I may be able to function into next week. 

Inhale. One day at a time. Exhale. Stay in the present. Repeat.

And I'm doing it on my own. Of course, Boyfriend and Dad are there for me. My friends are giving me their usual support. They always are, but I am the one taking control, exercising my right to choose, and doing so in an aggressively optimistic manner. So, fuck you, Monsters. Fuck you and whatever mythical creature you rode in on. I'm going to bottle this hope and smack you with it like a sock full of quarters when this happy fairy flies away. My choice.