I had forgotten just how good it feels to be alive. I enjoy being a bright spot for others and I started letting that overshadow myself without regard for the damage it was doing to me mental health.
I got officially diagnosed with bipolar disorder a few weeks ago and started taking medication for it recently. To make a quick point of how bad I was, I’m now enjoying petting my dog again
I know as the bartender that I am and have cultivated myself to be have taken more of a toll than I thought it would. But I didn’t realize just how fully bad I had gotten. Somewhere along the way I stopped being able to pretend to care.
If you were a fish at an aquarium, I’d read your entire little information plaque and stand there way too long watching you swim around so you’d know you were my favorite.
Jon Taffer from Bar Rescue in a fantasy tavern: YOU HAVE A GLOWING F***ING MUSHROOM BEHIND THE BAR! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Halfling tavernkeep: *mumbles under breath*
Jon: WHAT WAS THAT?
Halfling: I said that’s Mycelis, he’s the bartender here.
Mycelis the Myconid: hi Jon