And now I am going to finish one (1) art and one (1) book review.

In a bipolar downcycle, I reduce myself to the very worst of who I am and the harm in which I've been embroiled over my life.

The lie of the downcycle is that the "worst of you" is the "all of you".

Who we are now, and all the words and actions we put into the world today, might not be the best that we and they could be.

But we can *always* grow from them, so long as we give ourselves permission to stay a little longer here. 🕊️