Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
14,784 Days Alive
33 Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies Baked Tonight
0 Spoons Left
If I get to sleep before two am, it will be a miracle. I’ve made cookies for the company potluck tomorrow. I’ve tried to go to bed early. It is just after eleven and I have been flipping over like an annoyed rotisserie chicken.
I’m just going to take an anti-anxiety med.
Take your meds, folks.
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”
14,763 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.
14,756 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”
14,750 Days Alive
40 Ounces No-Bean Chili
2 Lbs of Frozen Tater Tots
1st Viewing of Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein
Llama is in town still and it was a movie and a Midwestern chili dog tater tot casserole for dinner tonight. Both aspects were delightful, albeit in vastly different ways.
Continue reading “Of Mary Shelly and Midwestern Meals”
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”
14,735 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”
14,727 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”
14,721 Days Alive
303 Job Applications Submitted Since 11 September, 2025
3 Packages of Alfredo-Style Dried Pasta Mix
1 Delicious Dinner
The hell does it say about me that after 50 milligrams of hydroxyzine, I am still peel-me-off-the-ceiling anxious?
Continue reading “Of Anxiety and Alfredo”
14,714 Days Alive
10.6 Billed Hours at Work Today
3 Hours Spent Rearranging Furniture
1 Tired Me
We were actually able to get the living room under control today. Meaning: that we unloaded everything off of the metal shelf in the corner, moved to the shelf, and then slowly put everything back. Oh, and shoved the couch, armchair, both end tables, and the television into place.
Continue reading “Of Living Rooms and Light”
14,700 Days Alive
1st Dose of Cyclobenzaprine Taken
I am in so much pain today. I don’t know why. I’ve taken my pills, hydrating, and going to try to sleep.
Take your meds, folks.
14,693 Days Alive
28.9 Hours Worked in the Last 2.5 Days
14.8 Hours Worked Between 1 am and 1105 pm Today
5 Hours of Sleep
1 Interview Scheduled for Next Week
I burned the midnight oil today. I worked from 1am to five am on a several thousand page response to discovery for DW. I then crashed out until 10:14, got up, and got back to it.
Continue reading “Of Sour Skittles and Subpoenas”
14,679 Days Alive
I am so very tired so this will be short.
The weather is beautiful this evening. I am cuddled with my sweet baby kitty boy. Tomorrow is Friday and J could not be happier about it.
I’m going to read, I think.
Take your meds, folks.
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