Raw Writing for the Real World of Bipolar

I know I'm a little late, but better late than never.

This week I had an interesting therapy session. I was told that this session was going to be about renewal and my quest through my bipolar, diabetes, and liver disease. I took a pot in a trash bag out front and smacked it on a column. It shattered into different sized pieces. My therapist asked me to label each piece about the good or bad aspects of my illnesses. I had difficulty labeling them towards the end. I had trouble putting them back together with elmer's glue, but I finally figured out to put it upside down to dry. Hello! How could I not have gotten that early on?! I think it figures! Things always take me a while to get through them. Why should this be any different??

I would list what I labeled them here, but I've forgotten them. I'll be bringing home my pot next week, after I've finished putting it together and it's dried.