I think I know what I want to do with my life. It's perfect. It's fucking perfect ( Read more... )

Hi all! I've been posting on my other journal a lot lately, as I try desperately to work through issues related to bipolar disorder. I'm so amazed by some things I have learned lately, that I just had to share them with everyone ( Read more... )

I've spent the past two and a half days, driving, driving, driving from point A to B. B to A. Back again. And again ( Read more... )

I have made myself another journal, dedicated to my bipolar disorder and how it affects my goals in life. If you are interested in reading, leave a comment and I'll add you to the account.

Hello, mania ( Read more... )

I have reached in, pulled myself out. Whining, non-compromising, overly stressed about nothing important ( Read more... )

I woke up today, with some bounce in my step. I am finally feeling better, recovering from the cold and the evil reaction that my medications gave me ( Read more... )

So I woke up today, after yet another psychotic dream (this one from NyQuil), feeling extremely disoriented. I've felt like I've been tripping balls in a bad way for a couple of days, so I decided to do some investigating ( Read more... )

I took Sudafed. The prescription type. It launched my mind into a strange wave of overdrive and depletion. I skyrocketed with energy, despite the illness, and managed to grocery shop and clean the house. Then I crashed, fell into sleep. Woke up after a nightmare about my family, rape, and meth... woke up thrashing. Water. Cleansing, ( Read more... )

I am sick. My head is pounding and I'm fairly sure someone stuck a knitting needle up my nose and into my brain. I cannot breathe. I am going to bitch and bitch and bitch about this, too ( Read more... )