Cuckoo in the Vineyard: A book of a bipolar by a bipolar for the non-bipolar

<p>They say a cuckoo never builds her own nest.<br>She lays her eggs in another bird’s home and flies away—left out misunderstood a mother with<br>love but no place to give it.<br>For most of my life I felt like that cuckoo.<br>As if my thoughts weren’t mine.<br>Some arrived soft and beautiful. Others came like storms—loud wild and painful.<br>This is not a book about being “cured.”<br>It’s about feeling deeply.<br>It’s about remembering the girl I left behind the mother who hid her tears the woman who kept breaking—but never stopped smiling. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder at 42. But I’ve lived with chaos confusion and intensity for as long as I can remember. The diagnosis gave it a name.<br>But healing? That came slowly. It still does.<br>I didn’t write this to explain mental illness.<br>I wrote it to reach you.<br>If you’ve ever felt too emotional too lost or too tired—this book is for you.<br>Pick it up.<br>Hold it close.<br>Maybe just maybe you’ll find a piece of yourself in these pages.<br>You’re not broken.<br>You’re growing.<br>And here you are not alone.<br>Here it’s okay to finally smile for yourself.</p>