I thought of titling this post, "Missing In Action" for my dropping off the blog world but considering this is Memorial Day I think I was rightfully struck by how inappropriate that would be, and since I'm only capable of the ultra serious non fictional, non funny, non humourous blog post I certainly don't want to be inappropriate.

I'm only writing to let Enigma and anyone else know that I am alive. I don't want to whine exessively (since its so hard for me to control it) so I'll try keep this post short.

I can't write about anything. I'm either too emotionally exhausted to deal or to discern what about my life RIGHT NOW is appropriate for this blog since I'm now dealing with 'me' issues, and get slammed, over and over with new financial issues which become self-esteem issues and it all takes a toll on me mentally. It's expected for bipolars to have ups and downs and whatever other crap is in the DSMIV naturally but it seems like life is hitting me up for fun, too.

I am here, I am alive and God works in mysterious ways, I'm sure I'll have a voice again. I am verKlempt (as far as I know that means 'not able to speak' and I got it from Mike Myers impression of his Jewish mother in law, on SNL, which was hilarious, "Tawk amongst yaselves") at the moment and in a state of overwhelm. Even overwhelm goes away, right? Thank you for your inquiry as to my aliveness. You kicked my butt into posting.:)