Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,750 Days Alive
2,088 Days Streak on Duolingo
Well, posts AGAIN work a lot better if one remembers to actually POST them. Ugh
In my defense, I was absolutely exhausted. Poor Lucian woke up with a migraine, which was miserable, so Llama and I hit up the local botanical garden instead, just the two of us.
Continue reading “Of Gladness and Gardens”
14,745 Days Alive
65 Hours, Give Or Take, Until Llama Arrives
4th Week of Diagnostic Coding for Medical Billing Starting Tomorrow
3 Chicken Teriyaki Foil Packets
Okay, this time I didn’t fall asleep without posting. I did however get completely sidetracked trying to put my room back together. Brian built the new desk I got off Amazon for me today. You know, the one I’ve been meaning to build for like three weeks now? That one.
Continue reading “Of Foil and Furniture”
14,744 Days Alive
89 Hours, 5 Minutes Until Llama Arrives!
53 Days Until the Gregorian New Year
2 33 1/3 (LP) Records Listened to Today
1 Pan of Challah Bread Pudding Made
I knocked it out of the park today! Baking, at least. Desk still is not built, but Brian said he would help me oh tomorrow with it.
Continue reading “Of Snickerdoodle Frosties and Snowfall”
14,743 Days Alive
5 Days and Counting Until Llama Comes to Visit
1 Desk STILL Not Put Together
For some reason I cannot fathom, I am having the hardest damn time getting to building my new desk. I need someone to sit with me. My brain just needs someone to parallel and yammer at. I am not good with silence right now.
Continue reading “Of Expenses and Experiences”
14,742 Days Alive
2,606 Days Straight on Postmark Wonderland
2,182 Days in a Row on Duolingo (Esperanto and Spanish)
1 Amazing New Friend Met
This blog of mine went live in the immediate wake of my diagnosis as bipolar back in autumn of 2018. It is an online haven of my struggles, successes, trials, adventures, mishaps, and medical/therapudic experiences. It’s not for everyone, and that’s okay.
Continue reading “Of Root Beer and a Radio Show”
14,737 Days Alive
2 Trays of Potato Nachos Made for Dinner
1 Panic Attack
I am trying not to doom-spiral right now. I’m worried what the future will bring. I’m doing my best. I’m using the limited resources available to me. But gods is it hard.
Continue reading “Of Potatoes and Present”
14,735 Days Alive
1 Bad Brain Day
Edit: posts work a LOT better if one remembers to hit “post”. Ugh.
I need to get a planner. I’m better at keeping track of certain aspects of my life on paper rather than digitally.
Continue reading “Of Halloween and Hot Dogs”
14,734 Days Alive
5 Hours of Sleep
11 Subpoenas Drafted for Work
1 Possible Contract Job
Today was one of those days where I stayed up far too late last night. I mean, I was still awake at 6:27 AM. And I don’t know why. I just couldn’t get my brain to shut off.
Continue reading “Of Gwenders and Grumpiness”
14,731 Days Alive
1 Week into the Actual Coding Class
So this week is Halloween week. That means on Friday it is Bill6 and J’s 10th wedding anniversary, it is also J’s birthday, and the witch’s new year.
Continue reading “Of Birthdays and Bilateral Bursitis”
14,727 Days Alive
11 Documents to Generate for a Client
7 Days Till I Get Paid Again
5 Episodes of Blown Away Watched
Okay, so my hands are in agony right now. To the point where they were just red and cracking and hurt to even breathe on them. I got help from Lucian and Brian, thankfully.
Continue reading “Of Cracked Hands and Cash Flow”
14,726 Days Alive
4.0 GPA Still
2 Bean Burritos Eaten
1 Grateful Me
Well. Things got a little less suck-tacular today.
Continue reading “Of Hurdles and Hot Cocoa”
14,725 Days Alive
6 Crying Breakdowns Today
1 Massive Headache
It rained today, off and on. And tomorrow it’s supposed to be in the forties all day. Glorious weather. Not doing well, but doing my best. I have to ask a friend for grocery help again. I fucking hate it.
I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
14,724 Days Alive
2,512 Days Since My Dad Passed Away
9 Courses Until I Finish My Degree
7 Years Gone in December
Hey, friends. This ain’t a happy entry, for the most part. No offenses taken if you skip this one.
Continue reading “Of Bereavement and Breathing”
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