12,991 Days Alive
1 Stressful Day
Work was hard. After work was less hard. I’m out of spoons and I’ve been awake since midnight last night. We had Tex-Mex for dinner, which was good.
I’m going to crochet and go to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.