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.
15,034 Days Alive
138 Miles to Drive from Work to the Parliament of Chaos
9 Tim Burton Comfort Films Watched in the Last Month
4 Specific Movies to Watch Planned (9 to 5, Clue, Steel Magnolias, and Muppet Treasure Island)
2 Days Until I Travel to the Parliament of Chaos Again
1 Crying Fit at 5am…Again
Life sure is life-ing again. It’s been a month since my last entry. I was trying to get back into the daily habit of blogging but seem to have, at least temporarily, failed.
Continue reading “Of Untimely Demises and Unbearable Weight”
15,002 Days Alive
313 Miles Travelled Today
2 Chicago-Style Hot Dogs Eaten
Trigger warnings: loss of pet, grief, depression
I miss my Spock. He passed away, in my arms, on the 16th of June. Five weeks and I am still devastated. He was 16 and will be greatly, greatly missed.
Continue reading “Of Passing and Packing”
14,961 Days Alive
I got to make cold processed soap today with Owl. I am more than a little worried because Mr. Spock is under the weather and he’s just so damn old for a cat.
I’m going to bed in self-defense.
Take your meds, folks.
14,959 Days Alive
144 Miles to Drive Tomorrow Morning
13 Homework Assignments Done Tonight
3 Mild Italian Sausage Meatballs Eaten with Dinner
Tomorrow morning at bright o’clock, which here translates to approximately eight a.m., I will be trundling down the road for two plus hours to go see Owl and her parliament of chaos.
Continue reading “Of Demolition and Determination”
14,958 Days Alive
66 Days Since My Last Post
4 Migraines in That Time Period
1 New Romantic Partner
I had stepped away from Postmark Wonderland, intending to take a day or two break from posting. That was two months ago.
Continue reading “Of Procrastination and Perfect Times”
14,891 Days Alive
152 Miles Driven Today to Meet Up With Uncle Comic
49 Words Per Minute Typed Going Moderately Slow
12.5 Hours Till the 221B Weekly Write In!
1 Accidental Nap
My jaw is doing the thing where it keeps randomly clenching bilaterally. I assume it’s because of anxiety, because solo trips, more than about 45 minutes have a tendency to make me anxious.
Continue reading “Of Audiobooks and Anxiety”
14,807 Days Alive
1 Closet in Desperate Need of a Clean Up
The photo you see is me taking a step back, looking at the monster hellscape that has become my closet, and nearly crying.
I’m going to tackle it today. Pray for me.
And take your meds, folks!
14,794 Days Alive
2,230 Days Straight on Duolingo
5 Shelves on the Bookshelf I Built This Evening
3 Ibuprofen Taken
Welp, I had a full on panic attack today. Pretty much disassembled my room onto my bed trying to find the old smart watch that DW gave me back in 2020.
Continue reading “Of Hip Pain and Hydroxyzine”
14,789 Days Alive
2 Packets of Hot Cocoa Powder Accidentally Added to My Cup
My new job does the full-timers well around the holidays. And Rose, rockstar that she is, set up a hot cocoa bar in the break room! Super cool. Of course, I got distracted listening to someone talk about books and accidentally added two packets of hot cocoa to one cup. A delicious mistake, but I kinda felt bad.
Continue reading “Of Deep Breaths and Double Hot Cocoa”
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”
14,772 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.
14,764 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”
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