Coming back from the other side of my Bipolar Wonderland through medication, creativity, and moxie.
12,781 Days Alive
5 Hours of Sleep
1 Day Long Panic Attack
I’ve been having an anxiety attack pretty much since this morning. Tight chest, anxious but exhausted, the whole head pounding and neck tight bs. At least I was pretty sure it wasn’t a heart attack this time.
Continue reading “Monday Madness”
12,780 Days Alive
2 New Pairs of Jeans
1 Movie Watched
1 Fictional Death
So, no, I did not get bitten by a snake. Except in the context that we were playing the Oregon Trail board game today and that’s how my character died.
Continue reading “Snakebite on Sunday”
12,779 Days Alive
622nd Blog Post
1 New Recipe to Share
I got to sleep in a bit today before going to see Chelé. The day was restful and amazing. We both broke quarantine today, though I drove up to see her at her place.
Continue reading “Simply Lovely Saturday”
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3 Early Birthday Gifts Received
It’s my birthday month! My friend DW, he of the infamous blanket I finally finished, and my middle brother Sean Michael surprised me with some early birthday gifts!
Continue reading “Gifts Galore and a Rant”
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1 Raging Headache
So, apparently I am having more of a birthday party than originally planned. Not a bad thing, but unexpected. So I’m going to buy myself a birthday cake for the occasion.
Continue reading “Bad Pain Day”
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2 Tacos Eaten
1 Slightly Silly Realization
So. Nine days into the month, I finally realized it’s June. It’s my birthday month!
Yay!
Continue reading “Tacos on a Tuesday!”
12,764 Days Alive
1 Load of Laundry Done
I literally had some marshmallows for dinner tonight. Work was a slow motion drowning today. So much mail.
At least the weather was relatively nice today. It rained for most of the day.
Continue reading “Manic Monday And Marshmallows”
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2 Marvel Movies Watched
1 Tired Me
I didn’t go to bed until nearly five am, and was up again by half past eight. Suffice it to say I had a lovely day. But I am unbelievably ready for bed.
Continue reading “French Toast and Marvel Flicks”
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I didn’t end up going to the protest today with Cousin Kay for a multitude of reasons. One of which is I am afraid of dying from being tear gassed. I have pretty bad asthma, and I don’t want to suicide by cop. Also, it was storming most of the day.
Continue reading “Deluge and Disappointment”
12,761 Days Alive
1 Steak Eaten
So, I’m planning on going to a protest tomorrow. I’d be lying if I said I was t apprehensive about it.
Continue reading “Friday Night Fun”
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I can’t attend protests, but gods do I wish I could.
Continue reading “Rainy Thursday”
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I do t have words for how I am feeling right now. Suffice it to say: Black lives matter.
May their voices be heard over mine in the coming days.
12,757 Days Alive
31 Journal Prompts
What a month, man. What a year. I literally can’t fathom everything that happened in May alone.
I’ll focus on what I can. #BlackLivesMatter, #FuckTrump, and fuck COVID-19.
Continue reading “Self-Love Journal: A Reflection”
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