I hope you aren't pissed at me, dear Nizza, that I only show up now again , but I was too lost in the vastness of WDC, writing, in the abyss called my messed up mind and restoring my shattered real life.

This is a heartfelt "Thank You!" to a place many people met great friends - both virtual and later in person -, stumbled upon by accident just like you or owe their sanity for WDC allows them to share their minds with others and get the help they need, not only concerning writing.

I'm sorry to hear that you went through such a rough time in real life. Parties, drugs, friends linked to you only by them; that's such a superficial thing, nothing real. It must've hurt incredibly to learn this the hard way when everyone in real life let you down after you no longer fit their image they had of you. But by this hard lesson you earned something way better: you got away from your addictions and wanted to put your life back together because you wanted to be a good and respectable Mom to your daughter. That's admirable and you succeeded in every way.

Everyone who reads your work will notice that writing is one of the most important things for you next to your family. Somehow it was no wonder that your upgrade wishes were granted; people who read through your port feel touched and care and want to help you if they can. This community is such a generous and great one. I'm glad that you found new and much more friends here than you lost in real life.

I feel even more shabby to not have been visiting you for so long since you were the actual onset of my enlightening about my mental state. On Feb. 26th you gave me an award for "Deep Impact"  and I wondered what BSFU in whose name you gave it to me was and went to check it out. The more I read about the beautifully scary Bipolar Disorder the more my little brain rotated until it came up with the conclusion: "Hey that's YOU!" So I asked Stacy to become a member.

It is indeed weird that it takes mental disorders for some people to being able to write. But actually it's only the conscious manifestation of something darker that just lurks out of reach and expresses itself through it. That maybe sounds nuts, but it's so that I only can display what this something is when I'm in a mood extreme. These ups and downs are inseparable connected to my past and that's what I actually write about, more or less accurately and more or less under the protective cover of fiction. Writing helps me to lower the pressure that sometimes builds in my head and paralyzes me, but now I most often do it for the joy of it.

I hope that you'll explore more treasure as sought through these boxes and decide to share them and that you keep all the great people you met here as friends; I'm very happy for you that you found them and they not only help you to keep your port but also care about and stick with you personally. I also wish that your family realizes the value WDC has for you just like mine recently has.