Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
15,040 Days Alive
94 Days till Hanukkah
77 Days Since Spock Passed Away
65 Days Since I Turned 41
0 Days Since I’ve Broken Down Crying
I miss him so fucking much. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair. I got sixteen years with my beloved Spockeroni, but my love for him is now grief, as grief is love with nowhere to go.
I’m going to bed. Happy start of the -ber months, y’all.
Take your meds, folks.
14,609 Days Alive
2 Days Til My 40th Birthday
My allergies are greatly acting up right now to the point where I had to flush my eyes with water at work. The weather is record-breaking heat and humidity with occasional storms.
Continue reading “Of Irrigation and Ice Cream Sandwiches”
12,294 Days Alive
6,569 Books to Read
82 Days Since Daddy Died
5 Episodes, So Far, of Marie Kondo
2 Pairs of Glasses Worn Today
1 Round Trip to Savannah, Georgia
Today was such an interesting day. We drove up with Tink to Savannah to help her get her car. And now I’m sleepless.
12,282 Days Alive
6,477 Books to Read
3 Episodes of Sabrina Watched
2 Tacos Eaten
1 Cold Front Coming
So. I need to catch up. I’ve been doing great on #FlashFictionFebruary, but I am way behind in all of my reading challenges.
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: 12,217
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.
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