Since I have family members following me on facebook and Instagram, there's really no where but here that I feel comfortable enough divulging the secret parts of my life.
It's been almost exactly a year since I quit drinking and smoking (yes at the same time) so I thought I could relax a bit. It was goth night and I bummed a smoke. Clearly, the emphysema has gone away. Something previously thought of as incurable, but I had an inkling that by doing the Wim Hof method, my bronchioles would eventually come back, or my lungs would adapt somehow. Lung capacity came back a few months into the method...now, I can go out for a jog without a problem. Pretty sure a cigarette at goth nights isn't going to kill me. Not anymore anyway.
Probably shouldn't get cocky, but everything I've done so far to heal my mind and body has worked tremendously. It hasn't been easy. Not by a long shot. Type 1 bipolar is a killer and that's what I'm up against. Get better or die trying.
Wish me luck