The windows outside my house were a silly little bunch. Sometimes they would show a shiny summer day with birds chirping on tree and the green grass dancing to the tunes of the wind. 

The very next day I could see a snow laden ground and the trees stripper of all their greens. The life sucked out of each corner of the view. Other days it would rain and sometimes it would get so hot that the place became a desert. 

It was tough living in that home, even tougher how it felt to see the view as well. The home was my body and the windows my view of he world. 

Living with bipolar disorder is a tough task for most.