A House of Sand
One of the things that many people don’t think about when it comes to bipolar is those living with those who have bipolar. Yes, I know many of y’all find me and my ilk annoying because we don’t conform neatly … Continue reading →
Monthly Archives: December 2012
Soup
I’m feeling scraggly and weak, and it makes me wonder if there might be a cold atop depression’s physical effects upon my body. I know that my husband is feeling queasy and unwell, so there’s a chance of that within … Continue reading →
Eh
Today continues the same old same old blech-esque grind. I’ve got exactly two things that I want to get done today, and I’ll consider it a very good day indeed if they both get done. Of course, that requires finding … 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 →
The P-Word
When depression manages to get a good hold on me, I often have to wrestle with the p-word. The p-word is ‘pariah’, and it ofttimes feels as if the story of my life is summed up in that one word. … Continue reading →
Not Fit for Normal Consumption
I’m slowly coming to the realization that I probably will never be able to use Facebook like most people do, because it is the bastion of the normal. Your mother is probably on there, your boss is probably on there, … Continue reading →
Happy Tuesday!
Well, it’s not Monday, ha ha! I hope that everyone is having a pleasant day regardless of religious bent (or lack thereof). I won’t harp on at anyone, other than my usual assertion that we should do our best to … Continue reading →
Not Feeling It
It’s Christmas Eve, and yeah… not feeling it. I’m not sure how I feel about that either. I’m just… here. There are things that need opening, there’s a turkey that needs cooking, and I’m just sort of here. Lurking around … Continue reading →
Invisibility Spell, Please
Part of me today and yesterday feels wonderful enough to exist. I’m enjoying the things I’m doing, and I’m doing things that I enjoy. Then there’s this other part of me that is so swamped with anxiety that I desperately … Continue reading →
Differently Wired
One thing that I think most of us with bipolar are painfully aware of is just how differently our brains are wired. And, of course, how this causes offense to people who are used to thinking that everyone should respond … Continue reading →