Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,155 Days Alive
38 Years Since Valerie’s Death
1 Slice of Checkerboard Cake Eaten
Warning: THIS IS NOT A HAPPY POST.
Discussion of death, mourning, and other heavy shit. Read at your own risk.
Continue reading “Of Memory and Mothers”When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I wanted to be either a bartender or a librarian.
How has technology changed your job?
It depends on what you consider technology? Phones, computers, scanners, copiers, fax machines, electronic record systems, computers, and WiFi have changed what I do dramatically over the years.
14,150 Days Alive
6,023 Steps Taken Today
2 Slices of Pizza Eaten
I made it through the day on a single bit of Mountain Dew Zero.
Continue reading “Of Exhaustion and Eggs”What is one word that describes you?
Anxious.
What was the best compliment you’ve received?
“You’re like my imaginary friend come to life”.
14,142 Days Alive
1 Shamrock Shake McFlurry Consumed
I woke up with the beginnings of what I assume was a hormone-triggered migraine so I just went back to bed after I took my meds.
I’ve not done much of anything today, so I’m off to bed with no regrets.
Take your meds, folks.
14,141 Days Alive
140 Damage Done to a Bad Guy in Pathfinder 2e
37 Repeats Completed on Bernadette’s Blanket
1 Meal Eaten Today
I woke up around five am this morning and just doom scrolled on my phone for an hour and a half before falling back asleep.
Continue reading “Of Blankets and Bumbling”What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?
Draw, crochet, cry, or write.
14,138 Days Alive
31 Repeats into Reffie’s Mama’s Blanket
1 2lb Pork Loin in the Oven
I’m crocheting for the next half hour while the one and done step pork loin cooks for the first half our in our oven.
Continue reading “Of Pork and Pastimes”
14,136 Days Alive
3 Bowls of Nachos Made
1 Accidental Nap
I took today off in advance of my return from visiting J and Charles in Ohio because I knew I was going to be exhausted.
Continue reading “Of Van Gogh and Vacation Days”Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
Dear Self,
Did you make it to one hundred? If not, did you get planted under a tree? How’s the afterlife?
What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?
Again with the narc-like questions? Why are you trying to harvest data on us??? What’s next; our childhood pet’s name or the street we grew up on?
That being said, my middle name is for my stepfather’s mother. It also apparently seems to be the patron saint of the blind and means “light”.
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