Time flies when you're blogging fun

I blog, therefore I exist. My thoughts are not confined to the limitations of my neural pathways.

I have been writing this blog for one year and four days. I missed my own blogaversary because it didn't seem like a year had passed. When I started this blog, I was very angry and bitter. Some of those emotional rough edges have been smoothed out a lot, but there's still work to be done.

A year ago I commented that I was relieved to be feeling so very much better and I believed I had come to the most effective place the medications could offer. I see now that I had oversimplified what the terms of recovery and stability would be. At this time, I'm functioning much better than a year ago, but "better" is a difficult term to describe.

It was a big year. I started shaking thoughts out of my head and they spun off into the blogosphere. It brought me calm. I talked about all of the stars exploding in my head, those bright, white ideas that were blinding me from the inside out. That's how I could see with perspective.

(My drugs just started kickin in, babbling nonsense to follow soon.)

Topics I covered in a year
Pilates
Loathing exercise
Random facts
Tales of police encounters
Therapy, top and bottom, so to speak
Friends and why I fired them
Friends and why I don't want new ones who know where I live
Life with family
Wedding pictures
A sliced cat
Work
Starting a Nonprofit
Suicide
Suicide again
Voluntarily determined end-of-life issues.
Bipolar disorder at least once. Maybe twice.
Refugee profiles.
Self-loathing (with more to come.)
Insomnia

Those were the most common themes. It's possible that like a monkey in an experiment, I merely typed a lot and said nothing at all.