Yesterday, like most Americans home and abroad, I had a little BBQ with friends and family. This was the fifth annual iteration that we’d been doing it with one of my ‘local’ ex-pat friends (she lives a couple of hours … Continue reading →
I’m tired. That’s the only word for it. I’ve been tired for days and I’m only just now enough untired to pop up and say hi. Howdy. Because yanno, from Texas originally. It’s been a good sort of busy around … Continue reading →
Man so, my brain was being especially stupid yesterday. One of my dearest friends is very active on Tumblr. His account is the only one of more than 1-10 posts a day I follow… not on Tumblr itself because … Continue reading →
Dear Daughter, Here’s Why I Don’t Work Dear Daughter, Here’s Why I Work Gah. When I was pregnant with my first child, I made a conscious decision to avoid parent-to-be boards. Being mentally ill and chronically low on spoons, I … Continue reading →
We did it, folks! We survived the first week of newborn yet again. Send more caffeine, quick, ha ha. Really though, it’s been a good week all in all. Nights are hard of course, but my husband has been handling … Continue reading →
Hello, my fellow Bipolaratti (and non-bipolar folks who come by, hee hee)! Look at us — we have a day! This comes compliments of the International Society for Bipolar Disorders, and related organizations: http://www.isbd.org/advocacy-and-patient-resources/world-bipolar-day https://www.facebook.com/worldbipolarday The purpose of today is … Continue reading →
I was poking through my Livejournal a bit today; that’s where I daily post, ’cause locked down and ‘safe’ and ‘private’. I’ve also got a 750words.com account I use for brain dumping, but that’s just that — brain dumping in … Continue reading →
Maybe it’s just me, but often? It feels like having bipolar (or any other sort of invisible illness) is a lot like being on trial forever. You’re on the stand, over and over again, repeating the same damned thing to … Continue reading →
By now, I suspect that most of the bipolaratti have heard about Sinead O’Conner’s open letter to Miley Cyrus. Perhaps some of you have nodded along in agreement. Perhaps others of you felt that, while well-meaning, Miss O’Conner is in … Continue reading →
Too numb to attach Too lost to feel The way is hidden Truth never revealed Inside of my bubble Not safe, alone No bridge to my island No voice on the phone I feel in 2D The flatline, divine It … Continue reading →