On the left side of the sanity bell curve
There’s a double-edged sword thing when it comes to being diagnosed as “cyclothymic.” On the one hand, I count my damn blessings I’m not Bipolar I or II; I cycle too quickly to meet the criteria for either. On the other hand/edge/whatever, I’m still left with murmurs of the aforementioned disorders and they still dick… Continue reading Channeling the Ant: I Promise It’s Not What You’re Expecting
There is something extremely annoying about right now at this time. I have good ideas for things, e.g., post topics, kids’ crafts, showering, but once I get serious about doing any of those things, they just take too damn much effort; I’m just too tired. When I’ve told my therapist about this crushing–Yeah. I know.… Continue reading Love Me. Hate Me. Pretending Is Too Damn Exhausting.
Just that title makes me sound like one of those crazy people who say they’re “cured” but they’re really not and then they go off and sleep with fifty people or something until they come down from the mania and then they don’t take a shower for a month. So apparently there are a million-billion… Continue reading Quit My Meds?
