“ I come bounding up the steps in front of our house: the lilac is blooming! I rush into it, fling my arms around it, bury my face in the heavy-scented flowers. I look over at the garden: the snow is gone, and the beds are bare but for the broken gray stalks and dead leaves that fall left behind, but the lawn is green, and a few bulbs have sent up tiny shoots, barely there, and there are two absurd yellow tulips, blooms bobbing in the soft spring breeze, it’s spring. And with spring comes the joy that lives beneath the difficult times. The joy is an absurd yellow tulip, popping up in my life, contradicting all the evidence that shows it should not be there.
— Madness: A Bipolar Life by Marya Hornbacher (via omfgitstabitha) (via flowerchains)
