*Disclaimer* This is NOT a weird romance story. Just hang in there and keep reading. I looked down at my feet as they easily ascended the mountain in front of me. One in front of the other. I looked up in front of me…the peak was in sight. I continued to climb higher and higher. [...]
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Hugely Healthy Dream
Posted in Bipolarness, Things I learn from my Psychologist, Things my Psychologist tells me to write about on March 7, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Self-loafing…
Posted in Bipolarness, Things I learn from my Psychologist, Things my Psychologist tells me to write about on March 1, 2012 | 2 Comments »
now that I have drawn you in, allow me to gently let you down. No, this is not a blog about some awesome self-loafing bread machine that I bought off of the HSN at 3am in an Ambien-induced shopping spree. Actually, after a little research, I don’t think such things as self-loafers exist. Plus, I [...]
Sustenance Survival
Posted in Bipolarness on February 3, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
As I curl up on the couch with my pillow and the heating pad ratcheted to my back, I pause for a moment to exhale. I need to exhale the frustration and utter hopelessness of the day. I am wearing the free Pabst-Blue Ribbon T-shirt that, one night, I acquired from Tony’s…one of the local [...]
Cavity search
Posted in Bipolarness on January 6, 2012 | 3 Comments »
I am a cutter. It sounds like the plea of a high school girl but it is the confession of a young woman. The most tragic aspect about this illness is that the area in my brain that is responsible for such self-mutilation and suicidal tendencies is also responsible for my vivid, truthful creativity. Naturally, [...]
The problem with being bipolar…
Posted in Bipolarness on December 19, 2011 | 2 Comments »
is that I have been trying to think about what to write for days now and all I could think of was that title. *Ba ding ching* It is true though. Being bipolar generally makes me very inconsistent. I am consistently inconsistent, regularly irregular…like a Wenckebach <—- that’s an EMS thing, google it, learn something. [...]
