Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
Days alive: 12,173
Sassiness level out of ten: 42
Hours slept: about 5 and change
Crochet projects worked on: 2
Book outline completed: 1
Days till NaNoWriMo: 5 and counting!
Write ins I hope to attend this year: at least 2!
I’m not sure if I’m doing better today. The mental radio is still blaring. Though I am feeling more accomplished, I suppose.
Days alive: 12,172
Months since diagnosis as Bipolar 1: 1
Crochet projects started: 1
Outstanding unfinished projects: at least 6
Days till NaNoWriMo: 6 and counting!
Siblings spoken to today: 3
I’m having a terrible brain day. Continue reading “A Down Day in Brain Land”
Days alive: 12,170
Crochet projects worked on: 1
Car washes gone through: 1
Shadow headache/secondary migraine: 1
Lotto tickets bought: 0 because I forgot, but my Darling Wife bought one.
Days until NaNoWriMo: 8 days and counting!
I woke up at four am again, got up at five thirty to take a shower before my appointment at one pm today. I hate difficult appointments, but this one went better than I thought it may have. Still didn’t get enough sleep. Continue reading “Clingy Headaches, Car Wash, Change, and Cat-Riddled Crochet”
Days alive: 12,168
Cats forcibly helping me crochet: 3
Skeins worked through: 1.5 and counting
Books added to the wishlist: 3
Blanket rows done: 15
The cats were so very helpful today.
Days Alive: 12,164
Ebooks check out from the library: 6
Lipsticks tried: 3
Halloween costumes completed: 1
Jumpsuits owner now: 3
Story elements plotted: many!
Yesterday was fantastically productive. J and I met up after work for a touch of thrifting and some story plotting.
Days alive: 12,161
Projects worked on: 4 and counting
Naps taken: 1
Shopping trips completed: 1
Things left to do: so many.
Cliches laughed at: 2
Today has been pretty productive. I’ve been up since 6am or so. Just couldn’t go back to sleep. I keep having dreams that my alarm is going off. It it’s at one or two am, when it isn’t actually going off. It wakes me anyway. Continue reading “Sleepy, Sleepy Sunday”
Days alive: 12,161
Projects worked on: 4 and counting
Naps taken: 1
Shopping trips completed: 1
Things left to do: so many.
Cliches laughed at: 2
Today has been pretty productive. I’ve been up since 6am or so. Just couldn’t go back to sleep. I keep having dreams that my alarm is going off. It it’s at one or two am, when it isn’t actually going off. It wakes me anyway. Continue reading “Sleepy, Sleepy Sunday”
I had goals for 2018. I don’t think I’ve been that great at meeting them.
Days alive: 12,159
Friends I’ve run into today: 2
Plot twists considered: 3
Today has been odd. I’m unbelievably sad. Can’t seem to keep smiling for real so I’ve screwed one on and tried to make it through the day.
I was rewarded, though.
Days alive: 12,159
Friends I’ve run into today: 2
Plot twists considered: 3
Today has been odd. I’m unbelievably sad. Can’t seem to keep smiling for real so I’ve screwed one on and tried to make it through the day.
I was rewarded, though.
Days alive: 12,158.2
Weird Starbucks monstrosity had: 1
Mistakes made: many
Creepy ex’s dealt with: 1
Hours slept: about 4.5
I can’t sleep. It’s three in the morning and I’ve been awake for about an hour. And sleeping fitfully before that. Today, yesterday I mean, just wasn’t a great day. It wasn’t dead in the family terrible, but it was pretty difficult.
Days alive: 12,156
Phone calls made at work: 51
Times I’ve had to fight the cat off the blanket I’m crocheting: 3
Times I’ve shared my post for witches: 4
Amount of terror I’m feeling: A LOT.
I did this to myself. I was like “let me write out a book of shadows or something for Mimi. She’ll like it, it’ll be quick and easy!”
Narrator: “Spoilers: it isn’t.”
Continue reading “Quills, Pills, and Cat Hair: Life as a Witch”
Days alive: 12,155
Words written: 2,045
Bright gold jacket bought: 1
Hours lipstick has stayed: 11 and counting
The orchids in the backyard is blooming something fierce. They’re a lovely color I am pretty sure my hair has been at some point.
It’s pretty. I need pretty things in my life right now. I’m feeling quite awful mentally. As to why I’m not quite sure.
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