So, before I got Covid, I was supposed to be running a half-marathon yesterday. Needless to say, losing basically all of September from running meant that was a no-go. But, today, I did finish a 10K, with a (very uneven, but, so it goes) 8:30 pace. So grateful to be back at it. 
It’s World Mental Health Day, and I’ve talked about this before: For me, running has been one of the most successful tools I have to live a happy life with my bipolar—along with medication and therapy. Getting a run in like I did today, and I just *know* I’m re-centering myself.
Over time, I learned that other types of exercise worked basically just as well for me, but it was the running that really started me on a path to finding happiness living with my diagnosis. Of course, for me, quitting drinking (years after I’d been running) helped a ton, too.
Days like this are aimed at reducing stigma — which is one of the main reasons why I share my story — and also at encouraging people who might be struggling to reach out for help. If you’re in that latter category, you’re not alone! Seek out help. It could change your life! 💜
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