Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
13,083 Days Alive
I had a serious case of the talkies today. I just didn’t stop talking. Mania? Stress? Who knows?? Not me.
Anyway, I’m mid-finishing this baby blanket for The Baby Shower tomorrow. Gotta run!
Take your meds, folks.
13,059 Days Alive
I’ve got a killer diller headache tonight. I’ve tried water, caffeine, chocolate, and NSAIDs. Ugh. I hope it doesn’t turn into a migraine. I’ve got stuff to do this weekend.
Continue reading “Of Coraline and Chocolate”
13,058 Days Alive
I have no idea whether or not I’m trans. I’m genderqueer or genderfluid or something that means that while I was AFAB (assigned female at birth), I don’t identify as female.
Ugh. Too complicated. I’m going to go read. Or sleep. Or something.
Take your meds, folks.
13,057 Days Alive
I’m still in emotional turmoil. Death, mental disasters, and work stress have made a perfect storm of absolute fuckery that has me exhausted.
Continue reading “Of Ramen and Reality”
12,990 Days Alive
3 Hours of Sleep
1 Big Change at Work
I’ve got some work changes coming up next week. I’ll be transferred to a new team and try to hit the ground running there. I’m hoping to improve my work number on the new team.
Continue reading “Of Challenges and Change”
12,988 Days Alive
1,835 Words on ‘Prosperity in Pizza’ Short Story
50 Emails Handled Today at Work
I am officially writing again! I’m also really fighting what I think is the downturn of this most recent manic moment.
Continue reading “Of Work and Writing”
12,565 Days Alive
100+ Days Streak on Duolingo
1 Bag Prepacked
I’m so excited. Only a few more days till my trip.
Continue reading “Weekend Wind Down”12,223 Days Alive
7,194 Books to Read
3 Pieces of Chicken Crusted Pizza Consumed
2 Cups of Tea Drank
1 Piece of Chocolate Eaten
I’m in the midst of an actual creative upswing, so this is just a hi, I’m alive. I’m not doing great again mentally, because I’m hella sad and feeling like I’m going through touch deprivation again even though I’ve been sleeping under my weighted blanket and asking for hugs.
I’m off to do some more writing and work on some more book reviews that are weeks behind. Whoops.
Night all. Take your meds.
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