Whoa. I always thought I had a book in me, and now, with this free time, it has begun to spill out. Right now I am writing an outline and reviewing my life, and honey, it ain’t pretty. The life of a Bipolar person isn’t all roses and sunshine, surprise, surprise. For me, it’s a story of semi-functioning, hyper-functioning, and not functioning at all. It’s painful to look at. There were many years of not being properly diagnosed and medicated when I just flailed about, making a mess of things. I know I worried my family terribly. I have to be able to look at my past, and say, “This is in the past”, and not beat up on myself for it, or get overwhelmed with past feelings. I fucked up so many things on such a grand scale! If you could get an award for fuck-ups, I would maybe win the Fuck-Up Olympics. Ok maybe that is grandiose. Maybe you have some spectacular fuck-ups in your past too. Well I hope it makes a good book. I’m thinking of calling it “All This Bullshit Has Happened And I’m Still Alive!” or maybe just something simple, like “How NOT To Live A Life”. I don’t know. We will see. I have some time. All I HAVE is time.
Anyhoo, Happy Monday to you. Hope it’s a good one. Peaches!