Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,275 Days Alive
3,236 Words Written
29 Days To Go in NaNoWriMo
1 Panic Attack
So, I had a panic attack at work today. Super sucked. Basically, there was a meeting of all the legal assistants in workers comp, my division, except for my coworker Nancy and I. I thought I had done something wrong and my brain promptly spiraled into an anxiety attack that I was going to get fired.
It took almost an hour for me to breathe normally again.
Continue reading “Of Words and Worries”
13,184 Days Alive
701 Days Straight on Duolingo
2 Doctor Appointments
I carry a lot of tension in my back. Specifically my shoulders and neck. I guess a lot of people do. I was told by two separate people, both therapists in their own way, to unclench and do some stretches.
Continue reading “Of Talk and Tension”
13,075 Days Alive
I bought a burgundy power suit today. For only $34, plus shipping.
Continue reading “Of Scary Things and Suits”
13,063 Days Alive
3 New Diagnoses
2 Adjustments to Medication
1 Doctor Appointment
Today was… a train wreck. I didn’t finish anything that I wanted to at work, barely got to touch my calls. I’m so frustrated. The system kept going down today and it just killed my ability to get things done.
Continue reading “Of Medicine and Malfunctioning Technologies”
13,055 Days Alive
1,000+ Entries Written Since PostmarkWonderland’s Inception
87 Days into 2021
7 Books Behind Schedule
5 of 52 Books Read for 2021
Today has been a long day. I woke up, out of habit, at six a.m., as if to feed the dear Mister Spock. But I was able to go back to sleep for about ninety minutes, so I got another sleep cycle in.
Continue reading “Of Books and Bluster”
13,051 Days Alive
So not only did I wake up around two a.m. violently ill, I also had a telehealth doctor appointment today. And I have a new diagnosis.
Continue reading “Of Distress and Diagnosis”
13,038 Days Alive
560 Day Streak on Duolingo
I’d metaphorically kill for a good Granny Smith Apple and some caramel or peanut butter. Or some grapes and cheese. Just… charcuterie fixing in general seem to be the craving. That and murder shows.
Continue reading “Of Manzanas and Murder”
13,036 Days Alive
195 Miles Driven Today
6 Hours of my Life I’ll Never Get Back
4 Hours Alone in the Car
2 Hours of Testing
1 Bowl of Curry for Dinner
Had the ADHD testing done today in Maitland. 97 miles away. Ugh. Dr Fyffe didn’t even bother to meet me, which kind of pissed me off. I got assistant Joy who was nice enough, in an unflavored oatmeal kind of way.
Continue reading “Of Mondays and Mileage”
13,035 Days Alive
Edit: son of a bit bitch I forgot to hit “publish”.
I had a friend over today to help me go through all my clothes and pack winter clothes away for the season. I finally conquered Mount Clean Clothes and got it all put away!
Continue reading “Of Sunday’s and Simple Pleasures”
13,033 Days Alive
3 Cookie Dough Flautas Eaten
2 New Prescriptions
1 Long Day
My arm still hurts like the dickens from my COVID vaccination. But I’m not noticing any ill effects from it otherwise. Except being more tired than usual, but that would be lack of sleep.
Continue reading “Of Prescriptions and Princesses”
13,031 Days Alive
I had my meds doctor appointment today. I was honest about how much I’m struggling and how suicidal I am.
Continue reading “Of Tears and Tacos”13,030 Days Alive
3 Cucumber Dill Sandwiches Consumed
My poor team lead Miss Britt is down for the count with a sinus infection, the poor dear. I hope she feels better soon. Work went well today, though I wish I’d gotten more calls done.
Continue reading “Of Dill and Dishes”
13,022 Days Alive
Fair warning: heavy topics hereafter: it has been brought to my attention that being actively suicidal means my meds aren’t working. I thought it was something wrong with me. I’m not unhappy, per se, at least not more than usual. I mean, I’ve even had some good days recently.
Continue reading “Of Appointments and Apathy”
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