Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
“On a scale of one to ten, how much pain are you in?”
Fucking makes me want to throw bricks at people’s heads. The answer is always at least a four. That’s my baseline. My body is always in pain. And I hate it.
14,130 Days Alive
$33.33 Spent on Dinner
6 Cups of Stock Used
2.05 Pounds of Stew Beef Cooked
1 New to Me Soup Recipe
So I used this recipe, sans barley, as the basis for dinner tonight. Mellon is sick and requested soup. So soup I made!
Continue reading “Of Beef and (No) Barley”You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
Of all the things I can do, there are three that I am not good at: making pancakes, juggling, and being angry.
What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
A book
My laptop with WiFi.
My meds bag
14,127 Days Alive
2 Accidental Naps Taken
1 Load of Laundry Done
Well, I’m feeling mostly better. But I did absolutely fall asleep in my knitting earlier today.
Continue reading “Of Rest and Recovery”Do you believe in fate/destiny?
Yes, I believe in Fate and destiny. But it isn’t an all-consuming overlord or something like that. It’s a gentle guiding hand towards the end of our days, bedecked with friendships and trials aplenty.
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