Boysenberries are by all means the nirvana of berries!
Growing up on a farm, I was lucky enough to be surrounded by fresh produce. Each summer, we would find these ugly thorny bushes and collect the magical berries. The thorns were sharp, and the berries were so ripe they would almost turn to jam in your hands as the juices ran down your arms. These super delicate berries caused much tension between my siblings and I while we all fought for our picks in separate buckets and tried to resist inhaling our share before we finished picking. Needless to say, we would all go back to the house with our hands and mouths stained.
So, what am I getting at? Boysenberries are a treat, with a wonderful balance of sweet and sour.
Everyday living with bipolar is like chasing that perfect balance of sweet and sour.