Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,155 Days Alive
38 Years Since Valerie’s Death
1 Slice of Checkerboard Cake Eaten
Warning: THIS IS NOT A HAPPY POST.
Discussion of death, mourning, and other heavy shit. Read at your own risk.
Continue reading “Of Memory and Mothers”
14,141 Days Alive
140 Damage Done to a Bad Guy in Pathfinder 2e
37 Repeats Completed on Bernadette’s Blanket
1 Meal Eaten Today
I woke up around five am this morning and just doom scrolled on my phone for an hour and a half before falling back asleep.
Continue reading “Of Blankets and Bumbling”
14,138 Days Alive
31 Repeats into Reffie’s Mama’s Blanket
1 2lb Pork Loin in the Oven
I’m crocheting for the next half hour while the one and done step pork loin cooks for the first half our in our oven.
Continue reading “Of Pork and Pastimes”
14,120 Days Alive
2nd Place in Today’s Magic: The Gathering Game
It’s the Full Moon tonight. I am hoping to be able to do a spell tomorrow for more stability as I’m feeling very mentally stuck in quicksand. Or the Swamps of Sadness.
Continue reading “Of Full Moons and Fear”
14,100 Days Alive
2 Slices of Pizza for Dinner
Today was a nice, easy day. For which I’m grateful as I feel wretched physically.
Continue reading “Of Shouting and Sausage Pizza”
14,099 Days Alive
78 Rows into Bernadette’s Blanket
5 Chicken Tenders Eaten
We’re at Pathfinder tonight, as per usual. I’m utterly exhausted and basically propped up in a corner, crocheting and trying to keep my eyes open.
Continue reading “Of Chicken Tenders and Crochet”
14,086 Days Alive
5,077 Total Words Written on Fuckadoodledoo So Far
677 Words Written Today
17 Chicken Nuggies Eaten
14 Steps from the First to Second Floor that Keep Trying to Kill Me
So, today, I spent most of the day writing. Rather than leave the house and spent three to four hours at the grocery store and Costco, we ordered groceries.
Continue reading “Of Groceries and Gravity”
14,076 Days Alive
9 Hours Worked
1 Not-Me ER Trip
I had to run one of my roommates to the hospital today. He’s okay, thankfully. But it was three hours of my day I wasn’t expecting to spend at work.
Continue reading “Of Prescriptions and Pain”
14,037 Days Alive
T-Minus 5 Days Till My Trip
1 Load of Laundry Done
0 Bags Packed
Mellon and I got our nails done today! I got red gel polish and they got purple base coat with super sparkles. It was his idea and it wasn’t too expensive.
Continue reading “Of Gel Polish and Going”
14,018 Days Alive
22 Days Till My Trip
12 Days Feeling Unwell
1 Mild Ear Infection
Yesterday was the New Moon. I didn’t do anything for it.
Continue reading “Of Moons and Misery”
14,009 Days Alive
1 Jackass, All-Black Cat Deciding that Outside is Where He Wants To Be Late At Night
My cat is a fucking asshole. After being practically up my butt all day, he decided to dart out the front door into the dark night.
Continue reading “Of Hot Sauce and Harried”
14,004 Days Alive
> 2 Hours Till NaNoWriMo
1 Lovely Anniversary Dinner
0 Halloween Costumes Worn this Year
Joyous Samhain to you all! And Happy Witches’ New Year. And Happy 1st Anniversary to my Mellon!
Continue reading “Of Samhain and Spicy Wings”How much would you pay to go to the moon?
I don’t know that I would go to the moon, if given the opportunity. I’ve got brain gremlins, mental health struggles, and am store-bought neurotransmitter/serotonin dependent as well as insulin resistant.
That makes for a miserable time between leaving Earth, landing on the moon, and then the trip back. Especially when I would have access to yeet myself out an airlock.
All in all, it would be hell… probably.
So, nothing. If I could go for free, with enough meds to get there and back, and enough yarn to crochet on the journey, I’d go.
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