Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,663 Days Alive
1 Rough Day
Today was a day from hell. Not my story to tell, but suffice it to say Excedrin, caffeine, and sheer adaptability in the face of stress served me well today.
Continue reading “Of Tired Hearts and Tuesdays”
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”
14,658 Days Alive
2 Hours Spent Accidentally Napping
1 More Day Till Payday
I went home from work with a pretty bad headache today. I’m stressed because Nina is off tomorrow. My boss, Sarah, will be in-office.
Continue reading “Of Reconnecting and Rest”
14,655 Days Alive
2,755 Posts So Far
2,513 Days Since My Bipolar Diagnosis
4 Books Picked Up at the Library
We were talking about needing a laugh so we were telling each other about our favorite Carol Burnett moments. Mine is the “famous” elephant show blooper.
Continue reading “Of Bloopers and Boxed Mac and Cheese”
14,650 Days Alive
533 Words Written for This Week’s Discussion Board Post
2 Slices of Pizza for Dinner
1 Ridiculous and Amazing Goodwill Purchase
Well. Today was an absolute shitshow. Just… didn’t sleep well, forgot to post last night’s blog entry before passing out reading, really rough day at work…
Continue reading “Of Opinions and Options”
14,341 Days Alive
101.3%/ 100% in My Current College Course
Today was very much a rough day for me. Don’t quite know why, but I made it through the day and am doing okay.
Continue reading “Of Rough Days and Realizations”
14,339 Days Alive
6 Oreos Eaten
1 Bowl of Tater To Nachos Eaten for Dinner
I hate not having bookshelves. Hate, hate, hate it. I’m still living out of boxes and bags and it is grating on my nerves.
I went to the doctor yesterday and got diagnosed with “pretty bad bursitis” of my left hip. Pain meds, ice, heat, and rest have all been recommended and done.
I just want to not hurt.
Lucian made totchos for dinner this evening. Tater tot nachos. They were ridiculously good.
I’m going to go pass out.
Take your meds, folks.
No spoons, only knives.
Not dead. Didn’t eat lunch.
Take your meds, folks!
14,633 Days Alive
2 Episodes of Ghost Hunters Watched
1 Load of Laundry Done Today
Today was a day of rest, recipe hunting, and a nap.
Continue reading “Of Salsa and Spooky Shows”
14,630 Days Alive
2 Chicago Style Hot Dogs Eaten
1 Project in the Pipeline
I am trying to pry my brain away from this whole “homelessness is a reality and unhoused is not a nice word” piece I want to write. It’s not going well. I am absolutely hyper-fixated on it.
Continue reading “Of Hyper-fixations and Hot Dogs”
14,628 Days Alive
9 Hours at Work Today
1 Metaphorical Can of Worms Opened
Dear, sweet, darling DW has opened a can of worms in my head to the point where I am considering writing a random thesis paper on homelessness in America. All his fault.
Continue reading “Of Thesis and Tiredness”
14,627 Days Alive
13 Years in a Transitory Environment
5-Level Purple Inbox Tray Assembled and Put to Use at Work
1 New, Upcoming, Well-Researched Rant
For the new or forgetful, I was homeless, couch-surfing, transient, or otherwise without a residence for a total of thirteen years in my youth and young adulthood. Bear this in mind when reading beyond this point that I have Great Big Feelings and opinions on things of this theme.
Continue reading “Of Understanding and “Unhoused“”
14,625 Days Alive
573 Miles, Give or Take, Traveled Today
1 Last Carload of Belongings Brought Home
I am… tired. Rightfully so. We got up at not yet seven am, drove to Indiana, hauled shit around, packed my car, and drove home. It was a LOT.
Continue reading “Of Road Closures and Rumination”
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