And by ‘fine’, I mean the ‘original meaning’ of Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional… well okay, the fucked up part, at least. I’ve had headaches that taking paracetamol (Tylenol) made worse in spite of the fact I strictly limit … Continue reading →
I’ll be honest with everyone — I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through the week with everyone alive. Because of course, severe depression chose to coincide with half-term, also known as one of those times in the … Continue reading →
I’m here, honest. How many posts am I going to start with that line, ha ha. But it’s sort of the quickest and most important bit of information to impart to the rest of the Bipolaratti — I am alive. … Continue reading →
And so on from that song that was in The Sword in the Stone. This line is the main one of interest. Which is to say yeah, I’m down. I’m keeping it together, but I’m down. I almost started sobbing … Continue reading →