I Want a New Drug
The song popped into my head, and it’s semi-apt for a subject line… so nyah. I don’t really want a new new drug, but I sort of wish I already had my upped dose of the Seroquel. The last day … Continue reading →
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Float On
The subject line is about as close as I can come to describing how I am right now. The bipolar hasn’t dragged me into a fugue-y state, but I am sort of feeling clouded and cloudy and adrift. It’s neither … Continue reading →
Not Sure Where the Bipolar Goes
I have no real idea where my bipolar brain is going today. My hair’s grease says that things are probably either way up or somewhat down, but I’m not sure which way I feel. I’ve also been distracted thinking more … Continue reading →
Don’t Think About It
I’m just trying to buckle down and get some work done… and to not mull on whether or not I might have made one of the psychiatrists mad. My next appointment appears to be with the head guy, and he … Continue reading →
Too Much (Maybe?)
This month seems hellbent on being super-busy; I cannot wait until it’s past and we’re back to calmer waters. Having said that, perhaps the extra stuff is helping keep my brain from finding reasons to freak out? It’s a probability, … Continue reading →
Down in the Bottom Of a…
I’m depressed; there’s no way around it. I don’t know how depressed I am or how much worse it might get, but the fact of the matter is that I am in a depressed state and have been for a … Continue reading →