Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,737 Days Alive
2 Trays of Potato Nachos Made for Dinner
1 Panic Attack
I am trying not to doom-spiral right now. I’m worried what the future will bring. I’m doing my best. I’m using the limited resources available to me. But gods is it hard.
Continue reading “Of Potatoes and Present”
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.
14,734 Days Alive
5 Hours of Sleep
11 Subpoenas Drafted for Work
1 Possible Contract Job
Today was one of those days where I stayed up far too late last night. I mean, I was still awake at 6:27 AM. And I don’t know why. I just couldn’t get my brain to shut off.
Continue reading “Of Gwenders and Grumpiness”
14,698 Days Alive
4 Breadsticks Eaten at Dinner
1 Brand New Job!
I am taking a chance. I am choosing myself, my sanity, my long term goals, and my mental health in the long run by turning this next corner on my employment journey.
Continue reading “Of Chances and Cleverness”
14,697 Days Alive
65 Minutes Spent on my Phone Interview
2 Day Headache
Apparently, The Rapture is happening tomorrow. I also have to get my flu shot before my insurance lapses at the end of the month, and I am on the hunt for another bookshelf for us to start putting together the family library in the living room.
Continue reading “Of Money and Mac & Cheese”
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”
14,668 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”
14,662 Days Alive
$32.99 to Make my Artistic Dreams Come to Life
1 Ridiculous, Amazing Idea
I want to buy a bottle of Stuart Semple’s Black 2.0 paint. Why? So I can make ART.
Continue reading “Of Black Paint and Batty Bats”
14,645 Days Alive
7 Tacos Purchased for Dinner
12 Hours Until I Go to Meet a New Friend
2 Bookcases Purchased
I have both therapy (8a.m) and a new friend meetup at a local coffee shop (noon) tomorrow! I am very excited about the latter and cautiously optimistic about the former.
Continue reading “Of Taco Meat and Tomorrow Morning”
14,553 Days Alive
15 Years of Spock Being Alive
1 More Day Until My Iron Infusion Appointment
I’m super fucking out of spoons, so this will be brief.
Continue reading “Of Beltane 2025 and Birthday Brats”
14,552 Days Alive
Spock turns fifteen tomorrow. He has a special can of wet food for his birthday dinner.
Did homework. Ate dinner. Now I’m going to read more of Gone Girl even though I’m not enjoying it thus far to see if I can get into it.
Take your meds, folks.
14,551 Days Alive
2,008 Days Straight on Duolingo
10 Chicken Nuggets Eaten for Dinner
8 New Plates/Bowls/Cup Bought From WalMart
2 Sinks Cleaned Out and Sanitized
Ooof. I am so fucking tired of this headache. C’mon Friday! Get here fast! I need iron!
Continue reading “Of Doing Dishes and Depression”
14,550 Days Alive
2,007 Days Straight on Duolingo
24th Day of My Headache
3 Days Till Spock’s 15th Birthday/Beltane
2 New Classes Started
1 Episode of Ghost Hunters Watched with Mac
Well. I tried to go to the ER after work. Four hours in, I left without ever even being triaged. I’m going to try a different ER tomorrow, if I still have this damn headache. I didn’t even check out AMA, because they never even checked me out. Ugh. Goddamnit.
Continue reading “Of Ghost Hunters and Goddammit”
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