Tag: happiness

Everyone is safe

Three weeks in, three weeks out. Longer now, but I wrote these words, longhand, after I’d been out of hospital three weeks. I’m typing them now, with today’s point of view, so you can’t believe anything. What they… Read More

Day 16 – October 16 2018

Didn’t get my BP taken this morning. Waking up was hard enough. A nurse woke me at 8.10 to remind me to go and take my meds. They like to clear us out by 8.30 but I went… Read More

Day 6 – October 6 2018 *My First Weekend*

I’ve been thinking this morning about some of the group sessions, about values and goals. Values don’t have steps or end dates – they might change over time but that’s it. Like, I value music, but I don’t… Read More

Day 5 – October 5 2018 with MUSIC and a Photo of Me

BP 100/80 Standing 110/80 Well, amazing what can happen in a few short minutes. This morning, I pulled down my holland blind; this is how I learn that they are held up by magnets. I just pulled gently,… Read More

Day 4 – October 4 2018

BP 110/80 – It seems to be pretty steady. I think it’s all the water I’m drinking. They have asked to have a one on one with me so I’m waiting in the common area. I think I… Read More

Day 3 – October 3 2018

Morning BP 112/82 – Shit, this place is giving me high blood pressure. I go to the community meeting this morning hoping for something but it just ends up being an opportunity to whinge about air-con, the locked… Read More

Day 2 – PM – October 2, 2018

I accidentally took Seroquel at 3pm today. Let me explain: I had Valium at, let’s say say 2pm. I then spend some time sobbing in public. I then spend more time sobbing in private. So at, let’s say… Read More

Day 2 – October 2, 2018

People who don’t know what bi-polar means, or even bi-polar 2, for that matter, and just think of it as anxiety or a bit of OCD or being “on the spectrum”, which seems the latest catch phrase if… Read More

29 September 2018 – The day before

I’m at the nail place, the crappy one I swear I’ll never go to again but here I am. I tell her I don’t want any colour, that I’m going to hospital. I just want her to get… Read More

There was this time. Not now, naturally.

I wore my dad’s wedding suit, all lovingly hand-stitched, on two major occasions: The first time was when i was 16, a school dressup, I went as a member of the mafia. Not mine, necessarily, because as far… Read More