Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
We came home from dinner with Nan to find our youngest cat, Ariadne, dead in the middle of the floor. Her eyes were still open. The boys, Spock and Peanut seem to be fine. But now I’m terrified they’ll pass too.
I fell the hell apart. Full crying panic attack.
My father died two Tuesdays prior to today.
I also broke my glasses just now by tripping and stepping on them.
I’m kind of over December.
Have some pictures of our tiny kitten, Ariadne. May she Rest In Peace.
Days Alive: 12,224
Miles Traveled Today: at last 977 miles
Steps Today: 4,000
Streak on Duolingo: 26 days
I am home again. And heading to bed.
Days Alive: 12,222
Days Since the Funeral: 2
Bags of Books Disposed Of: 6
Streak on Duolingo: 23
Days Left in Trip: 1.5
I’m exhausted. I’ve been coloring in a mythological creature book to unwind through all this.
Days Alive: 12,221
Rooms Cleared: 1
Old Belongings Found: a bunch
Days Left in Austin: 2.5
Nails Chipped: 7 lol
Streak on Duolingo: 23 days
Loads of Laundry Done: 2
My body is currently in protest for all the damn things Tink and I accomplished today. And I nearly broke down crying in the bookstore because that was the first time I have gone to a Half Priced Books store without my father or without calling him to check for which books he was hunting for.
I made it through.
That’s all I’ve got today.
Days Alive: 12,219
Planes to Catch: 2
Days in Austin: 6
Days Since Daddy Died: 7
I’m about to board and have no idea if there will be any flight delays, so I’m doing a quick entry now.
The flight to Austin has a stop in Houston, so I won’t be back on the ground for good until at least 10:30pm Central Time.
Days Alive: 12,219
Planes to Catch: 2
Days in Austin: 6
Days Since Daddy Died: 7
I’m about to board and have no idea if there will be any flight delays, so I’m doing a quick entry now.
The flight to Austin has a stop in Houston, so I won’t be back on the ground for good until at least 10:30pm Central Time.
Days Alive: 12,218
Paws and Claws Done: both!
Breadsticks Eaten: 4
Chocolate Lasagna Eaten: 1/3rd
Today has been a day where I am reminded that I am loved.
I fly out tomorrow and my support system has not only caught me, but helped me stand back up and smile. Not only smile, but laugh and mean it.
Days alive: 12,217
Days till I fly to Texas: 2
Night of Hanukkah: 8th
Cats Snuggled in Close Proximity: 3
Things Accomplished Today: Many
Days Since Loss: 5
I am still really struggling these days.
I haven’t really had the time or opportunity to really mourn yet. I’m hoping my trip to Texas allows me that.
Days alive: 12,215
Days since diagnosis: 73
Days since my dad died: 3
I’m not sure I’ve fully processed it yet.
Days Alive: 12,200
Today was the first holiday, the first Thanksgiving since my grandfather passed away.
It was a bittersweet but lovely day.
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