Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,783 Days Alive
7 Days Until Christmas Eve
1 Possible Future Road Trip for the Holiday?
I am looking back over all that has happened in 2025. It’s not all sunshine and roses, but there was growth.
Continue reading “Of Glances Backward and Growth”
14,738 Days Alive
233 Hours Until Llama Arrives
60 Milligrams of Hydroxyzine Taken
Post-panic attack crash sucks.
Also, I fucking forgot to hit post on this and fell asleep with my phone in my hand. Said hand now hurts.
Take your meds, folks.
14,736 Days Alive
I’m still not doing all right today. I did however make an absolutely delicious chicken Alfredo casserole with frozen ravioli. Ridiculously delicious.
I’m really struggling right now and I’m doing the best I can. All I can do is keep going. I really don’t know what else to do.
Happiest of birthdays to my darling, dear friend J. And happy Halloween to everyone else!
Take your meds, folks.
14,726 Days Alive
4.0 GPA Still
2 Bean Burritos Eaten
1 Grateful Me
Well. Things got a little less suck-tacular today.
Continue reading “Of Hurdles and Hot Cocoa”
14,711 Days Alive
6 Current Drafts of a Mission Statement for My Soon-To-Be-Formed LLC
4 Hours of Sleep.
I’m in a manic episode. But I’m giving myself emotional fucking whiplash coz I’ll be up for six hours, depressed for a few hours, and then manic again for another 6-10 hours.
Continue reading “Of Mania and Muddled Words”
14,689 Days Alive
17 Minutes of a Close Call
I published/uploaded my final assignment for this week seventeen minutes before it was due. Forty-five freaking minutes were spent fighting with pivot tables. Ugh.
Continue reading “Of Color and Classwork”
14,688 Days Alive
80+ Job Applications Put In
$23.00 Spent on 26 Sliced, Freshly Made Donuts and Two Tubs of Whipped Cream Cheese
3 Cat Treats Stolen from Spock By Benny
1 Gradual Reduction of Shock
I think I’m ready to talk about what happened on Thursday. Prefacing with I am physically fine, I am mentally, emotionally, and fiscally fucked.
Continue reading “Of Lie Ins and Laid Off”
14,685 Days Alive
I made a damn good chicken soup for dinner. I didn’t have to deal with the bone in chicken, thankfully. Bryan took care of it for me.
Work sucked. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Take your meds, folks.
14,684 Days Alive
8 Hours, 50 Minutes Working By Myself
7 More Jobs Applied For
My coworker Nina was out sick today. It was overwhelming.
Tomorrow will be better, right?
Take your meds, folks.
14,680 Days Alive
5 Different Bottles of Herb-Infused Anointing Oil to Make Before the Full Moon on Sunday
4 Candle Sigils to Draft Before the Full Moon on Sunday
I feel very stretched thin. Relaxing feels pretty much absolutely impossible for me right now.
Continue reading “Of Workload and Wishes”
14,673 Days Alive
4 Movies “By Association”
1 Wendy’s Junior Cheeseburger Eaten as Part of Dinner
Okay, so, this might seem a little random but I really miss Robin Williams’ movies. I could rattle off more than a few of his movies off the top of my head. I could associate at least one role with a particular emotion, even. But holy fuck do I hate having depression in common with him.
Continue reading “Of Batty and Burgers”
14,668 Days Alive
2,121 Days Straight on Duolingo
Lucian and I spent a good two and a half hours this evening going through the massive amount of acrylic yarn that I have acquired over the years. I’m talking stuff from before my marriage to Stephanie in 2017.
Continue reading “Of Altars and A Lot of Yarn”
14,666 Days Alive
3 Egg Rolls Eaten
1 Still Yet to be Built Bedframe
I did not have a good day… week… month? August has been fucking rough. I’m just tired. And whomever lives above us is blasting their television. Ugh.
I am going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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