This post was inspired by MrsFatass who posted a sweet comment yesterday. Here is the smaller portion that struck me because of where I am: I am proud of you for sure, but nervous for you because your hands are so full. I decided it's time for another mental health post. I do it about once a week. Just so you can avoid it if you hate the crazy talk. Because I am certifiable. Remember? In fact, I'm certified. Because we came back a day late I missed my appointment with my psychiatric nurse. I'm just trying to be honest here, this is a huge reason why I write this blog. I needed a place to talk about bipolar NOS. I need a plan to keep mania at bay. In the next state or country if possible. Hypomania and a mixed state are also about as welcome as a bloated deer waving it's dead feet in the wind of the freeway traffic. So here is my plan from easiest to hardest: Pop all 4 crazy pills EVERY DAY write a blog post EVERY DAY reschedule with psychiatric nurse post...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.