Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,783 Days Alive
7 Days Until Christmas Eve
1 Possible Future Road Trip for the Holiday?
I am looking back over all that has happened in 2025. It’s not all sunshine and roses, but there was growth.
Continue reading “Of Glances Backward and Growth”
14,774 Days Alive
208 Days Until I Finish My Degree
This one will be short. I am so close to graduating (as seen above) and it’s freaking hard.
Continue reading “Of Wilted Spinach and Worn Down”
14,772 Days Alive
76 Minutes Catching Up With Tina
0 Crochet Stitches Accomplished
I am… at a low point. Yeah, I know it will get better. I some of it is just too much everything all at once. Some of it is the holidays are hard for me. I know that not being able to bring myself to do much more than exists, do homework, and go to work is likely depression being a jerk. I know, I know, I know.
But I feel like I’m dying in slow motion.
Take your meds, folks.
14,771 Days Alive
400+ Ebooks Removed from My Kindle Collection
211 Approximate Hours Until the Start of Hanukkah 2025
50+ Pages of Notes Taken in Today’s Training Sessions
It was my third day at my new in-office job today. Everyone is still super awesome. They are also super loud, but when I am training, I can shut the door so I can actually hear the videos I’m supposed to watch.
Continue reading “Of Tearing Up and Time Consumption”
14,770 Days Alive
2,208 Days Straight on Duolingo
3 Tires Pumped Full of Air
2 Slices of Supreme Deep Dish Pizza Eaten
Tonight is the final full moon of 2025. I have maybe three set goals for next year. It’s very hard for me to think forward what all I want to do is have everything stop.
Continue reading “Of Endings and Everything Else”
14,767 Days Alive
2,205 Days Straight on Duolingo
208 Days, Approximately, Until I Turn 41
T – 10 Hours Until I Start My New Job!
I know that there is no reason for the mental panic button it be pressed 231 times an hour. It is just a job along with the other two I have.
Continue reading “Of Adulthood and Anxiety Arisen”
14,764 Days Alive
2,619 Days of Daily Posts on Postmark Wonderland
83 +/- Kitty Years for Mr. Spock
2 Days of Snow Forecast
1 New Job Next Week
SON OF A FUCKING BISCUIT. Two guesses who fell asleep face-first on their Kindle last night?
I know I’m gonna cry when my gift arrives. My support system has been so amazing lately, and I have just been getting run over by the struggle bus mentally.
Continue reading “Of Snowstorms and Surprises”
14,763 Days Alive
4 Slices of Turkey Eaten
Well, I now have bursitis in both hips. So that… sucks. Heh. Thanksgiving was nice; we went to a community buffet dinner thing out on by a queer-friendly restaurant in town. And tomorrow will be nice to have off as well.
May your day tomorrow be lovely.
Take your meds, folks.
14,761 Days Alive
239 Days Until My 15th Millenary Anniversary
5 +/- Types of Flowers I Want to Make into an Art Piece
Did you know that I can’t have any of my top three favorite flowers due to their potential toxicity to cats? Yup. Buttercups, specifically ranunculus like delphinium, foxglove, and tiger lilies are my hands-down favorite flowers.
Continue reading “Of Reality and Ranunculaceous”
14,760 Days Alive
It’s ten days till 4th of December. Between the death-anniversary, money stress, a uterus in literal bloody rebellion, and a three day and counting tension headache, I just want it to stop being so hard to be alive.
Take your meds, folks.
14,759 Days Alive
8 Books on Hold at the Library
0 Clue What Our Household is Doing for the Holiday This Week
I am not… doing okay today. I fell asleep after three am this morning and I wasn’t even awake late reading. Just couldn’t get the old brain to shut the fuck up.
Continue reading “Of Lemonade and Letting Go”
14,758 Days Alive
6 Cookies Given to L to Enjoy
1 Massive Tub of Popcorn
I cried. In a mostly-good way, but yeah, that movie was a fist to the emotional solar plexus.
Continue reading “Of Onions and Overnight”
14,756 Days Alive
2 Weeks From Today is the 4th of December
Trigger warning: speaking on the loss of parents.
I feel like I’m not allowed to be as sad as I am about my Daddy’s death anniversary. it’s two weeks from today exactly. He’s been gone since 2018; I literally didn’t know what to do that day. Meaning the day after I got the phone call at something like three in the morning.
Continue reading “Of Cold Snaps and Coca Cola”
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