Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
Days alive: 12,176
Days till NaNoWriMo: 2 and counting!
Crochet projects worked on today: 1
Writing projects worked on today: 2
Lunchtime spent with J: 1
Frappa-Whatzit consumed: 1
Positions resigned: 1
I resigned from my job today. Cried in my car once I got to Moe’s, then again at Starbucks.
It was necessary, but so, so very stressful for me.
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”
Trigger warning, suicide mention.
Days alive: 12,162
Hours awake: only about twelve.
I feel like I’m drowning today.
I got sleep, probably more than five hours of it, with interruptions. I still can’t manage to stay asleep for all that long. It’ll get better, but I’ve been up since three am.
Days alive: 12,158.2
Weird Starbucks monstrosity had: 1
Mistakes made: many
Creepy ex’s dealt with: 1
Hours slept: about 4.5
I can’t sleep. It’s three in the morning and I’ve been awake for about an hour. And sleeping fitfully before that. Today, yesterday I mean, just wasn’t a great day. It wasn’t dead in the family terrible, but it was pretty difficult.
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