Those Days When I Can’t Move

As many of you already know, I talk to my cat. A lot. In fact, if I ever do write a book it's probably going to be addressed to my cat. It's just a lot easier for me to talk to Daisy. She doesn't judge me.

Way Harder Than I Was Expecting

This is going to be difficult to write because it's difficult stuff to talk about and my thoughts are all over the place, but here I go. I'm not doing well mentally. Physically I'm doing pretty well. Mentally I'm completely unstable. *CLICK IMAGE FOR FULL BLOG POST*

Madness

I start with everything I'm failing at. I tell her all about the dishes in the sink I'm not doing, the laundry I'm neglecting, how I should be on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor making sure it's spotless and smells perfect before Ben gets home. *CLICK IMAGE FOR FULL BLOG POST*

Sensitivity

My therapist always tries to normalize my condition. She will say, "Everyone feels the things you do, you just feel them on extreme levels." And I guess she's right. But how am I supposed to explain to someone without bipolar how things like death impact me mentally and emotionally. Not just personal death. Any death. Seeing deer dead on the back of a truck. *CLICK IMAGE FOR FULL BLOG POST*

Depression Sucks

I've been depressed. Pretty deeply depressed. The kind where I only leave the house to go to work because I can't even get out of bed. This being said, I haven't had the energy, motivation, or imagination to write a decent blog post for you guys. *CLICK IMAGE FOR FULL BLOG POST*

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