Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,833 Days Alive
1,332 Days Straight on Duolingo
1 Cyclops NOT Killed in Our Weekly Pathfinder Game
Ooo, am I am squeaking in at the last minute here, so I’ll type fast.
Continue reading “Of Mozzarella Sticks and Marksmanship”
13,831 Days Alive
2 Slices of Pizza Eaten
I talked J into buying an old typewriter today! Mellon and I are also talking about going to see them and Charles for the weekend before my birthday in late June.
Continue reading “Of Typewriters and Talking”
13,830 Days Alive
1 Ongoing Sour Stomach
I’m still feeling wretched. Physically, emotionally. But at least I still love my job and have a great support system.
Continue reading “Of Sour Stomach and Stress”
13,828 Days Alive
1 Migraine
I called out of work today due to migraine. My head is still killing me but the halo is gone.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
13,827 Days Alive
121 Miles Driven in the Dark, Rainy Night
5 Games of Mahjong Played
2 Games of Mahjong Won!
1 Plate of Nachos Eaten
I had nachos for dinner at a Denny’s with Mellon outside of Michigan City, Indiana at half past midnight this morning.
Continue reading “Of Tiles and Travel”
Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?
In times of strife or stubble, much like I am going through right now, I bring to mind Max Ehrmann’s poem Desiderata. It is a few years shy of a century old poem, but resonates so strongly with me in so many ways.
One line in particular strikes a chord with me to the point of wanting to get it tattooed onto me:
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
Max Ehrmann, 1927
source: https://www.desiderata.com/desiderata.html
That last line in particular helps me. “You have a right to be here.” I don’t always feel that I do. I don’t often feel like I wish to be here. It’s a daily battle I wage against my own brain gremlins.
I hate that I’m suicidal. It makes me feel like I’m weak or something.
All I can do is keep going.
13,820 Days Alive
I spent the day writing for the first time in forever. I hopped on the weekly sprint thing in the 221B Discord that I love and was able to get about 600 words written. I feel accomplished.
Continue reading “Of Weirdness and Writing”
13,819 Days Alive
We’re at our Saturday Pathfinder game and I left my new Haruhi Hitlock, my Strix crack shot, mini-figurine at home. Boo.
Continue reading “Of Haruhi and Horchata”
13,818 Days Alive
2 Empanada Operada Eaten
1 New Mini Figure Received!
The mini-figure for my Pathfinder character, Haruhi Hitlock, arrived today! She’s a crack shot Strix, an owl person, who looks awesome.
Continue reading “Of Dice and Dirt”
13,817 Days Alive
$2,498.90 for One Month of Meds Without Insurance
3 Slices of Pizza Eaten for Dinner
Well, my meds, or my insulins at least, are again financially out of my reach for at least the next six weeks or so. I get insurance on June first. My other meds I can use GoodRx to afford.
Continue reading “Of Insulin and Impossibility”
13,816 Days Alive
1,315 Days Straight on Duolingo
One of my coworkers was out today. It wasn’t said why, so I hope she’s okay. Otherwise, work was full of studying, trainings, and web-held meetings. I’ve taken over thirty pages of notes for the new job.
Continue reading “Of Pain and Politics”
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