I have bipolar. We all know that. But what I’d like to talk about is how wonderful the people around me are. I live in a building filled with people mentally and physically different from ‘normal’. They are truly and thoroughly some of the best people I have ever met. So understanding, so caring.
Don’t judge us or pity us. The only hardship we face is people that don’t care.
I love my cat,
No matter what she does,
Jumping on my feet,
Swiping my leg fuzz,
A character, a beaut,
My latest fine recruit,
She’s steadfast as heck
And proper, proper cute.
We all need something to look forward to, be it a musical or a new house. That’s why goals are so good – they give you somewhere good to go.
What are your somethings to look forward to? Are you finding ways to make them happen?
I am so incredibly lucky to have found myself living with a girl who is as into musicals as I am. A few weeks ago we went to see Flashdance The Musical. It was properly brilliant, and we boogied along all through the show. If you get the chance to see it while it’s touring (UK), do.
It reminded me how important good fun is – and it was really good fun.
When you have got through a day, and you look back upon it, there are usually ‘things that went well’ and ‘things that didn’t go so well’ to embrace. Usually we look with delight at the first category and horror at the second, and that is the end of it. Sometimes we might ask ourselves why the second happened, and come up with the answer that it was his or her fault. ‘If they’d only…’ and so it goes. But this is a useless way of thinking. Instead, think about how you contributed to those outcomes. Will you do the same next time? Taking responsibility for your life is the only way to move on quickly, and make for better outcomes tomorrow.
I am very excited to announce that I am collecting items to sell in an e-shop. There will be a small merch-y clothing range with quotes on, and a book or two to buy. You have to start somewhere.
My mind was a mess as a young adult; I didn’t know who I was or what my beliefs were. People pleasing was my life skill, it was how I’d made it to adulthood. But now, in this real world I found myself in, there was a new challenge to face: being me. But what was me?
Well, I had a breakdown, and tried to look at it from every angle. I looked at reality and tried to make that absolute too. It worries me a little to this day.
But what I realised, in increments, is that it’s okay to be a little unsure. Everything you’re experiencing is ok. So long as you’re honest, at least with yourself, about it.
Honesty is the only way to de-tangle a brain. Go on, give it a go.
The last few weeks have been horrendous. Appalling. Someone close to me got an upswing in their BiPolar, leaving me feeling alone. My friend died – unexplainably painful and earth shaking, and then I realised my ex boyfriend was still a psychopath (literally), so I gave him the boot. It has been an intense few weeks.
I got through though, and to do so I used these words: ‘Get up, dress up, show up.’
That was all I had, and it was all I could do. So I did it, and got through.
Thanks again blog and bloggers, for still being here when my head returned to positive. Big love to everyone out there.