Checking In: My Aria
When I drove myself to the hospital, the aria on the radio was "Suicidio!" from La Gioconda.
When I drove myself to the hospital, the aria on the radio was "Suicidio!" from La Gioconda. God couldn't hit me over the head with a more effective wake-up call.
I am bipolar. That was the moment I first took it upon myself to face it head on. I was done wrangling and rationalizing with a force I couldn't control.
I also sing. I can produce similar sounds to what was transmitted to me in my car. Opera is one of my grandest passions. So this was what I call a sign, a squarely-tied knot of gut-punch poignancy.
When you acknowledge and accept who you really are, the universe opens up and throws you an aria, acknowledging and accepting you in turn.