Never let your neurotransmitters play unattended. Swings of any type are particularly hazardous.
From Paula Cole's song, It's my life
Deep inside I know I can,
Deep inside I'm beautiful,
Tell myself I won't give up...
Filling the brainucopia lately:
Been reading my own blog from the beginning and finding it...complex.
The world is chock-full of shallow people and greatly lacking in critical-thinking skills.
Nobody to talk to. No in-person, three-dimensional friends.
Frequent ocular migraines
My weight
Coming to terms with my moronic self
It turns out I don't have Bipolar Disorder, but there's a good possibility I have residual brain damage from the medications that were prescribed for the illness I never had. I'm angry. No, I'm sad and defeated.
chronic, poorly-understood pain
Something needs to change. Everything needs to change.
A cure for what ails me. All of it.
Cop anxiety
"I'm on the patch right now...It releases small doses of approval until I no longer crave it, and then I'm gonna rip it off." --Ellen Degeneres
"I compare myself with my former self--not with others. Not only that, I tend to compare my current self with the best I have been, which is when I have been mildly manic. When I am my present "normal" self, I am far removed from when I have been my liveliest, most productive, most intense, most outgoing and effervescent. In short, for myself, I am a hard act to follow."— Kaye Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness
Keeping me from road rage
Seasonale (4 periods a year is still 4 too many); Vitamin D3 50,000 IU/per week; B12 in big doses; B6, zinc, and magnesium per the psychiatrist
I'm a middle-aged woman living under the delusion that I'm much younger. I'm married, and have a canine/feline assortment. I am estranged from almost everyone, especially after they all couldn't run away fast enough when I was first diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and then I became suicidal--and dared to talk about it openly. It later turned out I don't have BP at all, but the mistake taught me a lot about people. I do have ADHD, which was not a surprising diagnosis. I work with people from all over the world. I probably could have done something great in my lifetime, but my brain didn't cooperate long enough for that to happen, so I proudly embrace my averageness, mediocrity, and limited contributions to the betterment of mankind. So much wasted potential. Oh well. I have a lot to say about that and many other things.
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Very nice.
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