Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,812 Days Alive
27 Armor Class
5 Rows Added to Junior’s Blanket
Well, my brain gremlins/depression kicked up again. I could barely pull myself from bed today. And ended up needing a nap halfway through the day because I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
Continue reading “Of Rows and Rice”Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
I’m not always glad I am still here. I know it’s probably the brain gremlins talking. I know it. But I am not always glad for the continued struggle, despite the successes I’ve had.
I have my GED. A place to live. A really, really good job. And I have my cat, partner, and a small group of local friends.
I just have to keep going. But fucking hell is it exhausting.
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