Graduation

“This is the second year I’ve been my niece’s personal pick-me-up. (Yes…I reneged on my opt out.) So going to her graduation feels like something I’m owed. I missed today’s ceremony though, just like the last one, because I was told about it the day before…again. I went into manic mode the first time it happened but this year…I graduated too. Because now I accept that they’re desperately looking for any reason to put the blame on me…for their demonic behavior. I used to take pleasure in being that reason because my ‘mania’ gave me the freedom to say whatever tf I wanted. But this graduation was only possible…because I finally learned what not to say.”