As I sit here reveling the dusk of another Christmas Day, I realize that this was not just another holiday: strife-ridden at best and filled with angst at its worst. The family I find myself in has forever been atypical. Not that I realized the extent of it for much of the time. I truly had no idea just how all-encompassing the hereditary bipolar genes that I married would prove to be.
Today, though, all is calm. Lithium, Pristiq, Welbutrin are silently coursing their veins and, for now, all is right with the world.
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