There was a day of exceptional pain and insight, and then I bloomed forth again into life. A combination of doing what I love best with people I love, and an addition of Wellbutrin to my medical intake. 

Joy seems even more insane than insanity. But it’s calmer, kinder, and I don’t mind. 

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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