Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,071 Days Alive
I am out of spoons. Couldn’t even make dinner.
I’m fried from work. Tomorrow is pie night at Village Inn. That’s what’s for dinner tomorrow.
So stressed. So tired. Been awake two days now.
UGH.
Take your meds, folks.
14,061 Days Alive
100 Miles Driven
1 Happy to See Me Cat Called Spock
I am so damn tired. Little Bee’s birthday party went well.
Continue reading “Of Children and Cupcakes”
14,059 Days Alive
3 Panic Attacks
1 Postponed Meeting (Three times!)
Today was stressful at work. I’m just mentally exhausted. Still loving my job, but I got an important project tossed into my lap as soon as I walked in today and spent most of the day stressed as hell.
Continue reading “Of Chores and Chai”
14,013 Days Alive
60 Minutes of Therapy
2 Homework Assignments
1 New Book to Read
I had therapy today and man was it hard. I keep getting triggered by a specific stressor and I don’t know how to go about removing it form my peripherals. It’s an exceedingly complicated situation.
I also need to work on my anger.
Continue reading “Of Anger and Actualization”
13,081 Days Alive
601 Days Straight on Duolingo
I am in “I kind of want to vomit” levels of pain right now. I have no idea, other than stress from work, what could have triggered this flare up.
I just can’t tonight. I’ve been awake since four a.m.
Take your meds, folks.
13,075 Days Alive
I bought a burgundy power suit today. For only $34, plus shipping.
Continue reading “Of Scary Things and Suits”
13,067 Days Alive
It seems another day of technical difficulties. Work went well for the first bit, but then I had a massive panic attack and wasted half my lunch break in distress.
Continue reading “Of Writing and Wednesdays”
13,046 Days Alive
This ain’t a happy one, y’all. I am about to discuss sexual assault. Might wanna skip this one.
Continue reading “Of Time and Triggers”
13,025 Days Alive
I’m… still not okay. I don’t have the spoon to go into it much, but suffice it to say that I’m terrified I’m going to lose my job. And by extension my place or live and car and everything.
I just don’t have a lot of fight left in me.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds , folks.
13,008 Days Alive
2 Therapy Homework Assignments
I had therapy with Mx S. today. It went well enough; I told them about the massive panic attack on Thursday and we discussed it at great length.
Continue reading “Of Emotions and Early Mornings”
13,004 Days Alive
3 Crying Jags
2 Soft Tacos
1 Road Trip to Take Tomorrow
Today was a bad day. For reasons I don’t want to talk about, I had a massive panic attack at work today. Like, dry heaving into the wastebasket, crying uncontrollably, unable to breathe for way too long panic attack.
Continue reading “Of Crying and Coffee”
13,001 Days Alive
56 Degrees Outside
2/3rds the Way Done with the Center Rings of the Jeweled Knot Blanket
I’m exhausted. I had a panic attack after work today. Not fun.
Continue reading “Imbolc 2021”
12,997 Days Alive
519 Day Streak On Duolingo
$20 Won at the Work BINGO Game
I’m falling asleep trying to read a Neil Gaiman story, so I’ll make this quick.
Continue reading “Of Bingo and Blankets”
