Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,887 Days Alive
1 Cookie Eaten
Trigger warning: discussion of suicidal thoughts.
I’m exhausted. And really struggling tonight. The mental radio is stuck on the “no one wants you around, please kill yourself to lessen the inconvenience that you are” station.
Continue reading “Of Ghosts and Giggles”
12,834 Days Alive
Today was bad. All around bad. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
12,825 Days Alive
1 Car Being Puckish
So I got the car serviced today and now… well, the check engine light is still on.
Continue reading “Car Troubles”
12,803 Days Alive
Stuff happened. Stuff and things. We had a little situation this evening after dinner, so I’m going to crochet and write until the adrenaline wears off.
Take your meds folks.
12,795 Days Alive
790th Post on PostmarkWonderland
638 Days Blogging in a Row
181 Days into 2020
91 Books to Read in 2020
35 Years + 1 Day Alive
20 Books Read So Far in 2020
1 Massive Headache
I think it’s time to get that eye exam rescheduled, COVID-19 be damned. I keep getting headaches for no discernable reason and that is usually my indicator to go to the gorram eye doctor.
Before COVID-19 hit in earnest, I had an appointment for March. But…then the world went further to hell in a handbasket and they cancelled on me (for safety reasons).
Continue reading “2020 Thus Far: Chaos and COVID”
12,784 Days Alive
I fell up the stairs at work today. Didn’t hurt myself but felt like an idiot.
Continue reading “Clumsy Thursday”
12,768 Days Alive
3 Early Birthday Gifts Received
It’s my birthday month! My friend DW, he of the infamous blanket I finally finished, and my middle brother Sean Michael surprised me with some early birthday gifts!
Continue reading “Gifts Galore and a Rant”
12,758 Days Alive
I do t have words for how I am feeling right now. Suffice it to say: Black lives matter.
May their voices be heard over mine in the coming days.
12,757 Days Alive
31 Journal Prompts
What a month, man. What a year. I literally can’t fathom everything that happened in May alone.
I’ll focus on what I can. #BlackLivesMatter, #FuckTrump, and fuck COVID-19.
Continue reading “Self-Love Journal: A Reflection”
12,756 Days Alive
There’s so much ugliness going on in the world right now. Death, corruption, greed, and well-deserved riots and protests.
I don’t have the heart for it tonight. I wish the world was a better place.
I’m going to bed. Take your meds, folks.
12,752 Days Alive
1 Very Sick Spock
I have no spoons. I don’t know if Spock is going to live.
Take your meds, love your pets.
12,751 Days Alive
$870 Spent at the Veterinarian’s Office
1 Still Sick Kitty
This is going to be a short one:
Spock has fatty liver syndrome and partial liver failure. I’m doing all that I can to make sure he’s okay. I’m super stressed about it and am terrified to go to bed in case he passes in the night.
I’m so afraid for him.
Take your meds, folks.
12,741 Days Alive
$1,200 Almost Spent
$254.38 Spent at the Veterinary Office
1 Second Opinion on Helena
Today was hellaciously stressful. It started with Spock’s veterinary appointment. He has a dual ear infection, but now he’s up to date on his shots.
Continue reading “Metaphoric Bullet Dodged”