Over the last few days I have done a bit of sitting. Just idle time, while waiting for something or someone or just because I have nothing to do. It’s odd for me to be still. I feel like I have to move deep in my bones yet I’m being forced to be still. The… Continue reading Sitting and Waiting
You question what it is. Is it a really good day? The art of coming out of the dark? The fact that I’m starting to feel better? Getting joy out of existence. Taking in each part of every day, living in it and loving it. Am I paying too much attention? Overanalyzing? Combing through the… Continue reading Just a good day or something more?
I lay on my bed and think, while my head is buried in my pillow. I think about forcing myself to get my body out of my bed and how much I really didn’t want to, not one single ounce of me wants to “wake up”. I set a time limit for how long I’m… Continue reading The Fight: Depression and Anxiety
While reading my babbles from years prior, and well before I ever thought about having a blog, I came across a letter that I wrote to my mom in March 2009. In the letter I babble about how I am thankful for my mother and her unconditional love for me. Within the letter I described… Continue reading A Babble from the Past: Letter to Mama
There are times in life when our bodies force us to take a time out. I have found this in the form of getting sick. When I get sick, I try my best to stay home from work, even though at times I fear that the roof may collapse if I am not there. I… Continue reading Time Out
I have found success in managing my Bipolar Disorder when I aim to stay consistent with my routine. Waking around the same time each day, following a process getting ready and eating around the same time. It leads to a mundane existence at times, but it is good for me. Although I struggle to maintain… Continue reading Maintaining Stability
It’s been heavy on my mind (and heart) the idea of “one day at a time”. In so many aspects of our world, things happen one day at a time. In each given day things progress, either forward or backward, but it happens (mostly) at an incremental pace. I am not, by nature, a patient… Continue reading One Day at a Time