Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?
A job I’d like to do for just one day, just to fulfill my childhood dream, is be a bartender at a tiny, hole in the wall, nowheresville bar. Just once.
I wanted so badly to be a great server and bartender when I was growing up. My mom worked at TGIFriday’s when I was a kid and somewhere in the world is a picture of little six or seven year old me wearing her uniform shirt like a dress.
13,654 Days Alive
15 Days Straight Writing for NaNoWriMo
My arms are sore. As are my legs and ass. I need another yoga stretch or something.
Continue reading “Of Fur and Frustration”
13,638 Days Alive
2 Days Till NaNoWriMo Starts
1 Bag of Goldfish Crackers Gifted to Me
Had nothing but nightmares last night. Not shocked, but also quite… distressed.
Continue reading “Of Dreams and Diablo 3”
13,366 Days Alive
2,506 Words in Chapter Five of Crows at the Crossroads
881 Days Straight on Duolingo
I was shorted an item in my meal order this evening. I was annoyed by it, but I know that the staff are likely doing their best while being cropped by shortages and wage fuckery.
Continue reading “Of Spirited Away and Shorted”
14,006 Days Alive
Today was a good day. A day of family interaction, laughter, cake, and some damn good coffee made by my cousin Jared.
Continue reading “Of Cake and Cousins”
12,899 Days Alive
Today was an uphill battle. I woke up in so much pain I nearly called out. My whole body feels like a walking bruise again.
Continue reading “Of Sweaters and Sleepiness”
12,296 Days Alive
153 Days since Diagnosis of Bipolar 1
13 Major Life Events
I started this blog on Tuesday, 25th September 2018. It hasn’t been all that long. Well. Maybe it has? 153 days since my diagnosis. That is five months; that is twenty-two weeks as of today. It breaks down to 3670 some-odd hours, 220,350 minutes or so, or about 12,219,700 seconds. Again, give or take.
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Days Alive: 12,165
Hours slept: 4.5
Hours awake: 7 and counting.
Ebooks to read: 4,289 and counting
I’ve been awake since five, and woke up initially at two am. It’s been a fight to sleep lately. It’s been a fight to exist in general lately. Continue reading “Disappointment, Disturbed Dreams, and Decaf”
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