12,512 Days Alive
3 Flights of Stairs (4 Times)
1 Year of Blogging
I’be been blogging on Postmark Wonderland for a year straight as of today.
It feels like a hell lot longer. This started as a vent to my ire at my diagnosis of Bipolar Type One. That anniversary pasted on the 25th of September.
But Postmark Wonderland has… changed. It’s grown to be so much more for me. I post recipes and book reviews even as I speak with great candor and very little tact about my life with Bipolar, Fibromyalgia, PTSD, Suicidal issues, and really bad insomnia. I write about my craft projects and coping mechanisms; I flitter on about my adventures of a malfunctioning meatbag that I am.
Sometimes it gets a little dark around here. But my life is just that: filled with great highs and terrible lows. It’s a daily struggle with suicidal thoughts, pain levels, medications, and remembering to eat.
But now, every day is counted. Every day is its own victory, however hollow or trouble filled it may be. I may struggle to remember, sometimes, but I try to bear it in mind when things look the bleakest.
For now, I’m happy to be home and in bed, for I am exhausted from helping Gracie and Junior again, with my Darling Wife being a fucking rockstar herself, with their last push of their move. Third floor walk up. Days I don’t miss for certain.
I’m for bed. Take your meds, folks.