Here's how I know:
I am lovin' up the internet. I've been on it since I woke up at the crack of 3 p.m.
You'd think because I sleep a LOT, all day practically that that would be 'Depression.' I'm thinking it's brilliance because I'm avoiding most of the annoying parts of the day and - getting on the internet!
I'm fast, I'm thinking, I'm fast, I'm thinking - it is slowing down to talk to others.
I don't need anyone else. Which is great 'cause everyone else dropped out like the bottom on one of those cheesy carnival rides. Which is just proof that....I'm the 'Best.' I don't care and I don't need anyone else's opinion.
I have actually started 'online' shopping again. Nope, I don't buy (thank you 20 years of psychotropic medication!!!!!!!!!!!!!) but I'm lllllllllooooookin' again - Laurel Burch socks anyone?
On the same thought, I'm actually checking some of the gazillion favorites that I have saved on my computer. I use my favorites like my Dad would have used his books - have tons on every subject you love. It will come in handy.
Food? Oh, yeah, I guess I'm a Little hungry! You better believe THAT one's dangerous. I do 'make' myself eat. I'll worry about losing weight after I get over 'this.'
I'm gonna buy an SAD light, so by the time it snows I will have something new to fight with - myself, going between this new weird 'flush' (mania) and my usual state (confused, Doooooown, or Ranting). Thank you God, for this weird illness. I'm so glad I didn't put a kid into the mix.
Again Me, Me. I no longer care about the massive guilt I used to feel over: Not having a job, Not bothering to have friends...hell, I'd almost forget to feed the animals if they weren't equipped with such loud reminder voices. Who cares? I never killed anybody. I'm either protecting myself from the cold, cruel world or it from me. Either way I type brilliant crap for nobody at all, and at the end of the day my Husband comes home, we eat....and the rest is mine.
I have the semblance of mind to type this all out. Noones getting hurt. I love mania.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
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3 comments:
Amen Sister! I feel the same way most days! Keep Smilin!
Amen Sister! I feel the same way most days! Keep Smilin!
Thank you Mark. I deeply appreciate your enthusiasm. I must remind, however, that mania is a very 'serious' condition. While it may seem like I am having a blast, in fact it is an incidious part of my (again) 'serious mental illness.' There will always be consequences. If I'm lucky, I won't be held responsible for them!!
I either need to be coddled like a bubbly infant, or shot like the crazed criminal that I truly am.
Either way, your comment was good and you'll never be held liable by my shady and extremely incompetent lyers (I mean lawyers.) They've been instructed to do what they do best. Take the money and run.
(But I got the last laugh because THERE IS NO MONEY!!!!!!!bbbbuuuuuuuuuHHHHHHHHHAAAAHHHAAHHAA!)
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