I recently got back into magazines and got a subscription to People.
Every week in People there is a real story about a real tragedy that always involves Mental Illness.
Instead of talking about Mental Illness and signs to help loved ones (so you dont tragically end of like that) they talk about why you wear orange…for Gun violence.
Gun violence? This man was going through severe depression and shoots himself and you blame the gun? You said before that your dad bought the gun he was okay. (or was he?) Something happened to make him not okay
It wasn’t the gun. Gun violence is horrible though but it is it just the problem.
I think if we focus more on the root of the tree, we could get to why the branches we acting crazy..
Fuck that title.
Today I’m doing some major reflecting.
I really don’t feel like paying a person to talk to them about my past and see what the issues are, so I guess I’d rather do it myself.
For free. Badly.
I’ve been thinking about the times in the past that I have been happy. The 90s were an easier and happier time for me. Meeting my husband and moving out of my Nana House was happy. When I was doing magazine stuff and going out and talking to people made me happy.
I’m trying to understand my horrible depressed moody mind so I don’t fall in the same old trips.
I’m tired of this
What are YOOUU doing up?
Me? Once I wake up for my son, I’m up for 2 hours. My mind is running about everything that has ever happened to me.
Although I’ve always been a night owl. Nighttime is peaceful and quiet, but my life and priorities have changed. I’m the same mentally illed lady just world shift.
Any else trying to hold on to bad habits but know your lifestyle has changed. Congrats! I’m you…only more depressed.
Today I am feeling really shitty because of some family issues I just found out.
I’m moody, a bitch, and tired all day long.
I think this is what you call normal for me now.
I’m eating Salmon right now for breakfast and i love it on bagels and just on a fork..
Go eat some. If you don’t like fish or will die, don’t do it but now at least you have some brain knowledge for someone else. ✌🏿
People are so easy to share (with me, because my superpower is communication) that they were (KEYWORD!) on antidepressants but the got off of them.
I don’t know if I should complain that you told me and then quickly told me that you got off them OR be happy that you told me you were on antidepressants..
This all coming after I confessed that I’m feeling really depressed and that’s probably why I lost 30 pounds..
Does and has everyone taken antidepressants? And if so WHY ISN’T mental illnesses widely talked about and understand…ed?!
I’m not on antidepressants.
I should be.
I’m not on anything..(well)..but who am I to judge her anyway? Mental illness, whatever face and shape it takes, is real.
Maybe I’m just jealous she got OFF them when some people can never stop taking them, or can’t get them in he first place. ✌🏿
I have tried to write a freakin blog post for about two days and I haven’t been able to.
I don’t want to keep writing about how much this sucks and I don’t want to start something and stop again. Mental illness is such a hard topic to blog about because when you are smack dab in the middle of it yourself, it gets lost.
I brought back my site address www.bipolarunemployedlost.com because I know people suffering in the now are still finding this site. Whether if it started about me, things have changed.
I again, I feel like shit. My mind is running. I got too much energy and give it away too quickly, leaving me with nothing. I feel hard and emotionless.
im everywhere but nothing is moving
I feel weirder than ever.
I’m tired but yet hype
I’m thinking about things that need to be done, then switching it, switching, forgetting about the it, coming back to it.
I’m feeling my weight loss and I feel like I’m feeling myself too much. Time to get out of control.
I’m doing things I should NOT be doing.
I’m just tired y’all.
Here I am again. Here I am again. Writing on the stupid blog because my fucking brain doesn’t want to cooperate anymore. This is stupid. And everywhere I freaking look there wants to be someone who has killed themselves over mental illness. That has stabbed their children. I don’t know what is going on. I don’t know if the universe is telling me to go stab my child and husband. Or I kill myself. I know it’s not saying that. But what the fuck. I am going crazy and I don’t know how to stop this roller coaster.
PS. I’m not gonna kill my husband child but God dammit.
Why is it…every holiday…I go crazy? Just really insane?
I get really angry and shitty to my family. I withdrew from the world just to pop back into it tomorrow at work.
I am getting tired of exchanging my happiness for this stupid disease. This thing that had a hold on me since the beginning of this blog to now.
I thought I’ve moved on. I thought I could carry on with my life thinking it was just a sad phase. Now that there is a little me in the world and this thing keep popping it’s head up…I have to think that this is forever. Completely. 100%.
I’m tired and pissed that I am doing this again.
what a blog.
what a cool tool for myself and people out there to read and relate. I still get emails asking me to help spread the word and bring people to resources and help and hope.
where did the time go?
I don’t want to let anyone down but would I be right to say I don’t have the time to continue this blog? Would I be wrong to say I can’t?
I have too much power over people’s emotions.
Today. I found out that my former friend/manager is telling people that I had a fight with him and the only person to witness it was Clay. Now to make my job harder I have to come into work with people who don’t know how to handle me because they think I am pissed..
Which I am.
I’m pissed because my so called friend/manager couldn’t handle me getting upset, couldn’t defend me, and told me that it’s part of my job to do things outside of my job and don’t worry about ever doing anything here because it doesn’t matter.
Funny when my signage on the board for promos is now being taken over by someone who thinks it’s a good idea… the seeds I planted had started to grow but now they will die because I want them to.
What you don’t do as a manager is tell a good employee that what they do doesn’t matter and fuck it, don’t work hard.
It’s sad because they are reflecting their unhappiness on me and I can’t be apart of it anymore. I’m more…
Too bad. Now work is going to be really really dry.
I love my men. They make sure I’m okay. Tonight as soon as I came in Roundhouse sensed something and wanted to be near me for real. He even laid on me while I nursed Bear.
Bear waiting up for me without crying to tell me he was up and wanted to eat. It was nice because I got to see him before I went to sleep
And Bell loves the shit out of me. He jut doesn’t know how to make me feel better.
I love them…really
I have decided not to be who I really am at work anymore. My manager/friend really made me feel like nothing at work. If I even try a little nothing I do will matter, no one will take notice, and it’s “apart of my job anyway”
Ha! Well I’m secretly planning my escape but it’s going to be kind of hard considering my car just broke down today …