Introduction

Hi!  My name is Bambi, and as you probably guessed from the title, I'm Bipolar.

 I'm 37 years old, married, and have twin 10 year olds.

Like anyone diagnosed with this disorder, I have my ups and downs. But also get myself into situations that are so unbelievable, it's hard not to write it down.  That's the purpose of this blog. I think we could all use a good laugh, and yes, even if it's at my expense.

So enjoy and hopefully laugh along with me. Because life is too short to not to wear a smile every once in a while 😉

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