I had “disappeared” roughly 24 hours earlier. Checked into a hotel in my own version of “off the grid.” At the time, I thought I was just riding out the storm. Giving my mind a chance to settle. And for a short period of time, it did.
But then, near the end of the 24 hour period, it (being my mind) snapped. I snuck back to the home I would no longer view as mine, packed a duffel bag with a few “necessary” items to put the highly irrational plan in place (which I had developed as my mind began racing out of control.) Then, in my desperation, wrote two quick notes on a single piece of paper.
In my 30 year battle with Bipolar I had written “goodbye” notes. None quite like this…
And never anything like this…
Because I didn’t believe I would ever leave a note again.
