Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,889 Days Alive
4 Layers of Clothing Soaked Through Getting from My Vehicle to the Front Door
1 Spilled Cup of Slightly Splenda-Sweetened Sweet Tea
Physics defeated me this evening by reminding me that an object in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon otherwise. What does that mean? My hand, and a good square foot of my bedroom carpet, got covered in diabetic-friendly sweet tea.
Continue reading “Of Tea Spills and Torrential Downpours”
14,760 Days Alive
It’s ten days till 4th of December. Between the death-anniversary, money stress, a uterus in literal bloody rebellion, and a three day and counting tension headache, I just want it to stop being so hard to be alive.
Take your meds, folks.
14,756 Days Alive
2 Weeks From Today is the 4th of December
Trigger warning: speaking on the loss of parents.
I feel like I’m not allowed to be as sad as I am about my Daddy’s death anniversary. it’s two weeks from today exactly. He’s been gone since 2018; I literally didn’t know what to do that day. Meaning the day after I got the phone call at something like three in the morning.
Continue reading “Of Cold Snaps and Coca Cola”
14,725 Days Alive
6 Crying Breakdowns Today
1 Massive Headache
It rained today, off and on. And tomorrow it’s supposed to be in the forties all day. Glorious weather. Not doing well, but doing my best. I have to ask a friend for grocery help again. I fucking hate it.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
14,724 Days Alive
2,512 Days Since My Dad Passed Away
9 Courses Until I Finish My Degree
7 Years Gone in December
Hey, friends. This ain’t a happy entry, for the most part. No offenses taken if you skip this one.
Continue reading “Of Bereavement and Breathing”14,567 Days Alive
My head is killing me post-panic attack. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
14,369 Days Alive
It’s J and Charles’ ninth wedding anniversary , J’s *mumbles a number because you never tell a lady’s age* birthday, and Mac’s and my second anniversary of dating tomorrow.
I’m stuck on sad. My Papa B isn’t really talking to me. My bio donor is about as communicative as a Philly cheesesteak sandwich unless I reach out repeatedly. And I’m missing Daddy.
Im gonna go snuggle Mac and be sad.
Take your meds, folks.
14,084 Days Alive
506 Words Written Today
2 Front Tires in Need of Replacement
I was too anxious to drive to dinner tonight.
Continue reading “Of Icy Roads and Ice Cream”
13,882 Days Alive
6 Homemade Chocolate Chip Cookies
2 Fresh Donuts Eaten
1 Set of Keys Locked in the Car
Poor Bitty. Itty Bitty, also known as my stepsister Brittany, locked her keys in her car in her haste to give us a half dozen homemade, super fluffy and cakey, splendidly soft chocolate chip cookies. Whoops.
Continue reading “Of Tow Trucks and Treats”How important is spirituality in your life?
In a word: very.
I consider myself a person of faith. I’m pagan or Wiccan or whatever, but my faith is one of the things that’s keeping me from utterly falling apart in the wake of my mother’s death.
13,877 Days Alive
1 Lost Set of Keys
So. I’ve lost my only car key. Three people and myself have torn the house apart looking for the keys.
Continue reading “Of Searching and Sadness”
13,875 Days Alive
5 Good Friends
1 Amazing Birthday Cake
I feel like a bad daughter because I spent the day having fun with my nearest and dearest friends. Why? Why guilty? My mother died this morning.
Continue reading “Of Cake and Cackling”
13,676 Days Alive
26 Books Planned to Be Read So Far
1 (Ugly) Updated Resume
Well, it looks like my days alive count got thrown off again. I don’t know how. I’m going to blame brain fog.
Continue reading “Of Starbucks and Starting Over”
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