Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,025 Days Alive
4 Servings of Hot Italian Sausage and Red Sauce Pasta Made
1 Video Chat with J
Man, I planned to attack the dishes when I got home. But I didn’t. I also didn’t get the dining room table cleared off.
Continue reading “Of Pasta Sauce and Plans”
14,018 Days Alive
22 Days Till My Trip
12 Days Feeling Unwell
1 Mild Ear Infection
Yesterday was the New Moon. I didn’t do anything for it.
Continue reading “Of Moons and Misery”
14,009 Days Alive
1 Jackass, All-Black Cat Deciding that Outside is Where He Wants To Be Late At Night
My cat is a fucking asshole. After being practically up my butt all day, he decided to dart out the front door into the dark night.
Continue reading “Of Hot Sauce and Harried”
14,007 Days Alive
3 Slices of Pizza Eaten for Dinner
I’m four thousand words behind in NaNoWriMo already this year. I’m not too worried as I usually write a lot on the weekends.
Continue reading “Of Pizza and Pop”
14,004 Days Alive
> 2 Hours Till NaNoWriMo
1 Lovely Anniversary Dinner
0 Halloween Costumes Worn this Year
Joyous Samhain to you all! And Happy Witches’ New Year. And Happy 1st Anniversary to my Mellon!
Continue reading “Of Samhain and Spicy Wings”How much would you pay to go to the moon?
I don’t know that I would go to the moon, if given the opportunity. I’ve got brain gremlins, mental health struggles, and am store-bought neurotransmitter/serotonin dependent as well as insulin resistant.
That makes for a miserable time between leaving Earth, landing on the moon, and then the trip back. Especially when I would have access to yeet myself out an airlock.
All in all, it would be hell… probably.
So, nothing. If I could go for free, with enough meds to get there and back, and enough yarn to crochet on the journey, I’d go.
13,994 Days Alive
It’s been a bit since I’ve done an actual blog post.
I’ve… not been okay.
Continue reading “Of Ham and Haruhi Hitlock”
13,984 Days Alive
1.24 Pounds of Pulled Pork Made
1 Sink of 2 Cleared of Dishes
Well, work was stressful today. No more than usual now, but still, enough that eating made me nauseous.
Continue reading “Of Pork and Progress”What details of your life could you pay more attention to?
My dudes.
Guys, gals, and outside the binary pals.
Y’all.
I have one of the worst cases of ADHD and I am on the autism spectrum. Fucking most of my life is spent grasping at mental straw while powering through in a meatsuit that was designed with Sysyphus in mind.
I am incessantly in pain. And trying to focus through brain fog and fatigue. And have the attention span of gnat on cocaine at the best of non-hyper focused times.
Genuinely, I try so hard not to be bitter. I strive to be happy, be kind, be loving, be patient. But fuck if I can all the time.
What could I pay more attention to? The insides of my eyelids. I need more rest.
That’s what I’m off to do.
Take your meds, folks.
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