Good god. I’m setting a calendar reminder for all of the September 9ths for all of the future ever: “Avoid social media tomorrow“
Tag Archives: Bipolar
The Worst? – Seeing or Not Seeing Manic Symptoms
Trying to decide which is the worst: Being told I am displaying symptoms of mania when I don’t see them (& they are legit), or displaying symptoms of mania when I do see them (& they are legit)?
Does there have to be a worst? Yes. And it is whichever I am in at the time. And I usually hate myself at the time, or the “myself” that is bipolar and not me as a person that’s more than bipolar. And at the least, I question my very existence and how I present myself and what’s real.
And And And
What Have You Lost?
After keeping my name and my work offline for several years, I visited The Brooklyn Art Library, and decided to submit a sketchbook of my own.
My book is titled “What Have You Lost?” From my Author Bio:
I found a little zine in a stack of old papers in my parents’ basement. The question and confession are still true.
In it I wrote:
“WHAT AM I DOING? Once spoken aloud, all statements sound trite.
“OBSERVED: in store / on subways / on street.
“MY CONFESSION: I think this is why I stopped writing.”
So I wondered: What can I write that’s honest? What can I write that’s true?
*What Have You Lost?*
And I started writing again, here….
I’m dropping it off tomorrow and once it’s been digitized I will post the link here. This is new. This is big. It’s me, with my name and everything. See you soon.
This Is Universal
I write a lot about “this is bipolar.”
Being tired and wanting a break mid-day at the end of the work week is universal. Bleh.
Coffee: I Have To Drink It. But Do I Have To Like It?
Heads swiveled in the Starbucks line when I said “Coffee is new to me. What type do you recommend? And can you please fill it only half-way?”
It seems to be unusual to be a mid-thirties American who has never ordered coffee – straight old coffee – before. And let me add, it tastes gross when I am trying it now. It’s a panacea to help with my exhaustion because of my heart condition, and because of a side effect of new psych meds.
But, ugh.
(Photo courtesy of Photojojo. Yes, you can buy it!)
How to Write a Story Without Details?
Am figuring out how to write the post “Psych Ward: Patient Transformation” without using too many details. I have a wonderful story about a patient who was in when I was, but don’t know how to write it.
Do I just go with a fake initial (J.* — *Not the real name)? I want to be respectful that it’s his story, not mine.
Suggestions?
Grey Hair = Accomplishment
I have glimpsed strands of white hair at my temples this week, without searching for it.
I’m so excited. Grey hair, white hair is an accomplishment to me. It means that I am aging, and that I’ve made it long enough to go grey. I’ve achieved so much. I’m here!
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