Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,233 Days Alive
3 Weeks Since Daddy’s Passing
2nd Christmas Since We Got Married
1 Massive Panic Attack
I didn’t sleep well last night. Nightmares aplenty. Of illness and heart failure. Of late night calls and of the funeral.
I wasn’t in a very merry mood this morning.
Days Alive: 12,224
Miles Traveled Today: at last 977 miles
Steps Today: 4,000
Streak on Duolingo: 26 days
I am home again. And heading to bed.
Days Alive: 12,222
Days Since the Funeral: 2
Bags of Books Disposed Of: 6
Streak on Duolingo: 23
Days Left in Trip: 1.5
I’m exhausted. I’ve been coloring in a mythological creature book to unwind through all this.
Days Alive: 12,221
Rooms Cleared: 1
Old Belongings Found: a bunch
Days Left in Austin: 2.5
Nails Chipped: 7 lol
Streak on Duolingo: 23 days
Loads of Laundry Done: 2
My body is currently in protest for all the damn things Tink and I accomplished today. And I nearly broke down crying in the bookstore because that was the first time I have gone to a Half Priced Books store without my father or without calling him to check for which books he was hunting for.
Days Alive: 12,208
Bottles of Hot Sauce: 4
Slices of Chocolate Dream Cake Eaten: 2
Breadsticks Eaten: 3
Today was the annual “Thanksmas” event at the new adventure. And it ate up most of my day.
Days alive: 12,171
Days till NaNoWriMo: 7 and counting!
Meals forgotten: 1
Meals provided by a friend: 1
Cats currently perched on my bum: 1 (Ariadne, the personal space invader extraordinaire!)
Time I plan to leave for work tomorrow: 6am
I am really struggling this evening.
Days alive: 12,169
Lean Pockets consumed: 2
Hours slept: less than 6
Naps needed: all of them!
Days until NaNoWriMo: 9 and counting
Mgs of caffeine imbibed thus far: 632. And I’m still tired.
Gallons of water consumed: ½ gallon
Books left to read: 4,298
I have had enough caffeine that I should likely be able to skip halfway to the moon. But I’m still exhausted. Which is hilarious as I got five plus hours of sleep last night.
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.
I had goals for 2018. I don’t think I’ve been that great at meeting them.
Let me start off with being completely and frankly honest: I don’t know how well I’ll do with this blog long term.
Days alive: 12,153
Hours slept: 7.5
Bathing suits worn: 1
Calories in my iced coffee: 73
I don’t feel all the way human as of just yet. My bones still ache and I’m still rather mentally stuck in fast forward. But it’s better than it has been. It’s better and I am glad.
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