Do you remember the game, Where in the World is Carmen San Diego? It’s from back in the 90’s and it was my favorite. Maybe second favorite to Oregon Trail, but I always seemed to die from dysentery in that game, and there was no dying in Carmen San Diego, so that is probably why… Continue reading Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?
Tag: Bipolar Disorder
A Babbles Babble
I have so many thoughts, and they are not flowing in any semblance of order today. There is no rhyme or reason to what is coming to my mind. It is kind of like a popcorn machine making a batch. Here is an idea, there is another, and then a third. Nothing brings them together,… Continue reading A Babbles Babble
Resurfacing
I have been in seclusion and it has been sometime since I have created a blog entry. The ability to write was not present as I was facing trials and tribulations. There just was not bandwidth to write. Plus, for once in my life, I had nothing to say. I am not going to go… Continue reading Resurfacing
Worst Bad Days
In 2016 I thought that I had the worst of bad days when I was going through this rough patch diagnosed as severe rapid cycling bi polar with psychosis post-hysterectomy. How could that be what’s “wrong” with me? I don’t have mental illness. “I’m fine”. It was the worst of bad days. Followed by many, many… Continue reading Worst Bad Days
Keep Going
I often feel like my boot is stuck in the mud. I can’t seem to wiggle it free so I stand there. I usually start to cry. I know I can step out of my boot and be free, muddy but free, but I want my boot, both of them and I want to be… Continue reading Keep Going
I am not ready…
I am not ready. Not ready for a slew of things. Whether it’s getting up, showered, and dressed (good ole depression) or heading into work sitting in traffic and actually working. I am not ready to get older or for my kids to grow up (more). Im not ready to have relationships change even for… Continue reading I am not ready…
A broken arm
Photo by ThisIsEngineering on Pexels.com Let’s say I was roller blading (which anyone my age should NOT do) and I fell. I ran into a trashcan and I flipped and landed on my arm. It snapped, just like a wishbone. Should this have happened I would go to the hospital and I would get it… Continue reading A broken arm
Sitting Waiting Looking Anticipating
SittingWaiting LookingAnticipating The anxiety that ensues when you are waiting to see a doctor. A new doctor mind you. A proclaimed expert doctor. A doctor that may be able to tell you something new or the same as what you’ve heard before. Time and time again. It’s the wondering. The thinking of who is this person. Do… Continue reading Sitting Waiting Looking Anticipating
It takes a village
Life with a mental illness is challenging. Not only for the person who has the diagnosis, but for those that love that person. Last night after work, I was in my sewing room (of course) and I had company (which was pretty awesome). A question was asked about dinner, preparation and what should be done… Continue reading It takes a village
The Red Queen
The Red Queen from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is quite known for exclaiming “Off with their head(s)!” She had quite the temper, took it out on everyone and everything around her. Today, I feel like the Red Queen. I want to walk through the office building yelling “Off with your head!” to each and every… Continue reading The Red Queen
