Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
Would you like to know my definition of bitch? Beauty In Total Control, Honey. [i] My brain is calmer today and I haven’t even picked up the meds my psychiatrist added to my regimen to make it shut up. I need to reset to a state where I can manage my dysfunction. The drug’s called loxapine, and the reviews on effectiveness by people who’re struggling … Continue reading You say “bitch” like it’s a bad thing.
I can’t write. It’s not working for me right now. I think it’s because I’ve got things locked up tight. There’s too much going on, too much that has to get done, and too many petty grievances. If I let things go, only a crater will remain. Perhaps I can send out invitations to those who annoy? I do find water painting to be a … Continue reading spring morning.
Life is full of lessons and you have to work hard to not learn them. I’ve done that in the past, but I’m going in a different direction now. It was my birthday yesterday. Some remembered and some forgot. I forgot myself until my son’s girlfriend reminded me mid-week. The chaos of ill parents and a life in flux put it far from my mind, … Continue reading Life lessons.
I have a post about Facebook nearly ready to go: this isn’t that one. This is also written in the app, so the potential for massive numbers of errors is making me anxious. I’m sorry in advance for those that will inevitably show up. When I win the lottery, I’m renewing my subscription to Grammarly. I’m sorry too to the people I follow and normally … Continue reading A new post about status updates.
From Famine to Feast 