my sister is mentally ill. she has bipolar disorder (type II) and is an alcoholic.

i've only had the words for this since last week and i'm sorry but it makes me so incredibly sad. and i think about it all the time



(i wrote & posted this on july 15; then in the morning i took it down because it felt too raw; then i realised i need it up here because it's true and it's new and it's punctuating my life, so maybe it should punctuate my blog, too.)