I just hit my six month anniversary for this blog, and completely forgot about it. I have had some amazing things going on. I’ve been exploring some …intimate details of myself with Jenny, and it’s been really interesting. First of all, as some of you may know, I have always had some serious intimacy problems.
AbsolutelyCommited.com is a blog by an amazing writer with Bipolar Disorder. I suggest you read this post because it really hits home. I’ve never been a gambler, but there have been many other addictions in my life.
I do so much in the effort to not be offensive. It hurts a lot when someone starts drama. It seems like no matter how hard I try, people think I’m just out to start crap. You know what it boils down to? Honesty. I’m serious. I’ll be completely honest with someone. No judgement, just
Found a great post while drooling over Facebook. Dear Son, Many good points, and healthy attitudes abound. Thought I’d share.
So, I’m a bit off. I’m dealing with an odd combination of emotions, including feeling hyper, excited, happy, worried, frustrated, and oddly relaxed. It’s hard to focus on things like being socially appropriate, and wording things well for the kids. It’s also hard to make decisions, because I don’t know if I really want to
Sometimes I don’t know why I feel the way I do. I just get happy, sad, excited, whatever. Other times, I screw up, and do something dumb. Like drink 8 cups of English teas. Eight. What on Earth was I thinking? Oya, I was thinking, “Gosh, this tea is excellent. I can’t believe Mormons don’t
Sitting here, crying my eyes out, I wonder why I haven’t killed myself. I have dreamt, wished and planned. I have tried. But I’ve never succeeded, thankfully. But it occurs to me: Why am I not dead yet? It struck me today; I participate in the slowest, most painful form of suicide possible. Living. I
I hate the heat. I hate being manic. I REALLY hate being manic and hot at the same time. Tonight I’m angry at everything, tired, and just plain fussy. Even cuddling with my Jenny isn’t helping. Sometimes I wonder if my world is going to be ruled by my mental illness, and I despair. Then
Everyone knows about mood swings. They are those awful, awful things that can take a grown man from glowing with pride to bawling of embarrassment all in one moment. But there’s more to mental illness, particularly Bipolar Disorder, than that. The worst thing of all is what I like to call “energy swings.” Energy swings
