Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
Days alive: 12,174
Hours slept: 5.5 hours
Games played today: 4 and counting
Cookies had: 5
Panic attacks had: 2
Days till NaNoWriMo: 4 and counting!
Crochet projects restarted: 1
Days till my Darling Wife’s birthday: 2
It’s Game Day at my friends, hosted by a hubby and wife pair we all know, Jay and Sunflower, along with Bill6, my Darling Wife, and J. An amazing amount of spooky themed food and games. Continue reading “Sweets, Stories, and Spock”
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”
Trigger warning, suicide mention.
Days alive: 12,162
Hours awake: only about twelve.
I feel like I’m drowning today.
I got sleep, probably more than five hours of it, with interruptions. I still can’t manage to stay asleep for all that long. It’ll get better, but I’ve been up since three am.
Days Alive: 12,142.
Pain Number: 4
Hours Slept: 4
Number of unnecessary notebooks purchased today: 1
Chicken nuggets eaten: 19 (I dropped one.)
Days Since Diagnosis: 0
I’m not doing great today. I’m not cheerful. I’m not well rested or ecstatic to be alive.
I got a diagnosis today that I hate. Not cancer. I guess I can be glad about that. And it’s likely the answer to the issues I’ve been having since I have been old enough to know I’ve had problems. Finally having a name possible name for the jabberwocky on my back is an interesting sensation.
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