Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,859 Days Alive
19 Years Since 2001’s Terrorist Attack
Fen made an amazing madras curry this evening for dinner. It was delicious! We had ninety second rice and mixed veg with naan. It was really good.
Continue reading “Of Catnip Mice and Chicken Curry”
12,821 Days Alive
1 Book Read
It’s the third night of the full moon and all I want to do is go sleep outside for some reason. Like when I was younger.
Continue reading “Of Moonlight and Marshmallows”
These are my rather infamous double chocolate chip cookies! Recipe first, gabbing after!
Read the recipe and more
12, 222 Days Alive
7,193 Books to Read
3 Reviews Written
I’ve gotten farther on Baby Bubble’s blanket! Of the actual tree pattern, I’m six rows of fifty five in. It doesn’t sound like a lot, but you can see it starting to take shape already. It makes me want to create a World Tree crochet pattern at some point.
Continue reading “Slow, Slightly Productive Sunday”
12,210 Days Alive
10 Years Ago
1 Favored Poem
I fell in love with the words of John Donne long before I ever giggled myself stupid, high on paint fumes, because of still-wet scenery and a crotchety groundskeeper that wouldn’t let us have the doors open on the black box theater.
12,247 Days Alive
5,664 Books to Read
208 Books to Read for the 2019 Challenges
10 Nails Wrapped With Stars
1 Sad Memory
Question of the day: what small act of self care do you do when you’re feeling down?
I’m having a rough day, mentally. And physically. Just… sad and tired and run over by my damn menstrual cycle. Give me chocolate, hugs, and a gorram shoulder rub.
It’s been five weeks and I still feel a low-grade twinge of panic, of who died now fear, every time my cell phone rings.
Days alive: 12,215
Days since diagnosis: 73
Days since my dad died: 3
I’m not sure I’ve fully processed it yet.
