Bipolar Disorder, Everyday Life

Nightly Routine: Medication

I take my medication at night. Its part of my routine. I open the glass cabinet door and I take a deep breath. I start from the far right of the shelf and I work my way down.  One pill onto the next.  Take two then a sip of water.  Another two, then another sip… Continue reading Nightly Routine: Medication

Bipolar Disorder, Everyday Life, Uncategorized

Bella’s Babbles: Friday Edition 2/15/19

The day is nearly over and I have yet to write my weekly babble, golly gee bob willigers, what is going on?  I took the day as a personal day and have done very little work today.  The family had a few appointments today and with the way they were spaced out it made sense… Continue reading Bella’s Babbles: Friday Edition 2/15/19

Bipolar Disorder, Everyday Life, Uncategorized

A Letter to My Anxiety

Dear Anxiety, I feel like you are a part of me, like a freckle on my skin that is affixed to me in a permanent way.  I feel like I will never be without you and that you at times, in the dark of the night, you multiply exponentially and are trying to take over… Continue reading A Letter to My Anxiety

Bipolar Disorder, endometriosis, Everyday Life, Uncategorized

The Spawn of Satan

A spawn is defined as the following “the product or offspring of a person or place (used to express distaste or disgust)” by dictionary.com.  This definition will come in handy as you continue to read this blog.  As discussed in previous blogs, I have never had a child.  Therefore, I do not have any spawn,… Continue reading The Spawn of Satan

Bipolar Disorder, Uncategorized

Think, Think, Think…

I sit in the front room of an empty office at the community table, alone.  It was a collaboration day, some of my favorite work days.  Gathering together with a group of insanely intelligent individuals to  talk about our project and brainstorm. However, today I struggled to focus.  It was my vibrating hand.  Shaking in… Continue reading Think, Think, Think…

Bipolar Disorder, Everyday Life, Uncategorized

Medical Withdrawal

Friday afternoon I sat on the couch that was opposite my doctor.  She looked at my file (large, filled with numerous pages depicting my numerous visits).  She looked up and said, if you are back this soon, something must not be going very well.  I sighed (I hate sighing, I hate when others sigh, but… Continue reading Medical Withdrawal