Daily Archives: June 13, 2016

Insomni-Oh No!

Well it happened. Just days after writing an essay about how good things were going, I get my first signs that maybe I’, manic right now, at least hypo. Last night I didn’t sleep. I laid down for about an hour, maybe I snoozed for half of that or so. But that was all. And […]

All You Need Is…

All You Need Is Love And Gun Control!

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No matter how much hate is in someone’s heart, no matter how disturbed they are and how much they want to do violence, UNLESS guns and machine guns are available, how can they do anything? Could this man named Mateen have killed 49 people if he had not been able to stride into a gun store and purchase a machine gun? The answer is NO!

Despite being on an FBI list for terrorists, despite beating his wife for not doing the laundry, despite his coworker reporting him for hate speech and violent thoughts, he could walk into a store and legally purchase a weapon! Incredible! Why? Because the NRA made sure that even a person on a list as a suspected terrorist is able to purchase guns.

Read the article below to see how much more common gun deaths are in the US as compared to other civilized Western countries. Why? Lack of gun control because of the NRA lobby. This needs to change, here and now!


“Gun homicides are a common cause of death in the United States, killing about as many people as car crashes (not counting van, truck, motorcycle or bus accidents). Some cases command our attention more than others, of course. Counting mass shootings that make headlines and the thousands of Americans murdered one or a few at a time, gunshot homicides totaled 11,961 in 2014, according to the F.B.I.

This level of violence makes the United States an extreme outlier when measured against the experience of other advanced countries.”


It’s All In The Cards!

I was feeling a little down this morning even though I had one of my better sleeps. My teeth are aching, and while my pain threshold can manage it no problem, it is an annoyance. I have also been experiencing … Continue reading

Weekly Wrap-Up June 13, 2016

Mood I’ve felt good all week. I can’t recall a single moment of depression and anxiety. Well, there is always that feeling of depression laying under my skin nagging at me. I don’t know, maybe it’s anxiety instead. Either way, this week was about acceptance. Accepting that feeling will likely always be there and I […]

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My class is supposed to start in earnest this week, I hope.  We’ve been slacking because so many students were in an overlapping class on campus.  Luckily it’s a nine-week class so we have time to catch up.  I read the third play this weekend and kind of had my mind blown–very interesting, though.

I’m going to do as much typing as I can this week and see what all I can get done on it before my oldest gets home. I plan to type while I’m gone picking he up as  well and hopefully I can finish everything.  We will see how it turns out.  I’m thinking more now to title it “Confessions of a Southern Cook “. We will see.

Hope everyone has a good week.  THe painter is supposed to show up today and get started on trim work and ceilings.  So we will see how it goes.  I’m so looking forward to the new colors.


The Other 10%

I read an article on Psych Central awhile back that’s been stuck in the back of my mind for some time. It contained a shocking statistic about marriages in which at least one partner has bipolar disorder: 90% of these unions end in divorce. Ninety percent! That means only one marriage out of ten survives the ravages of BP. And I can’t even imagine what the numbers are for those in which both partners have the illness.

I could have gone the rest of my life without knowing that. After all, I managed to blunder through 30+ years of marriage before I even knew I was BP. But it got me to thinking …how did Will and I make it? What gave us the edge over all the couples who split up over bipolar disorder?

Naturally, I have to give Will a huge amount of credit for sticking with me—literally—through thick and thin, good and bad, mania and depression. He’s held me close during the most challenging times of my life, which include the losses of a child and both my parents within a five-year time span. He’s endured my rages and rescued me from countless embarrassing situations when I was still a practicing drunk.  He’s gone without new shoes so I could buy a pair for myself. That’s not to say that he doesn’t have a few quirks that drive ME up the wall, but overall he gives much more than he takes.

Still, we’ve always complemented one another; whatever I can’t handle, he can, and what he can’t handle, I can. I’m the one who deals with the taxes and other paperwork; he answers when the bill collectors call and will sit on the phone with the cable company for as long as it takes to resolve an issue. He did most of the cooking and cleaning when we had our own house; I was the main breadwinner. I filled out the kids’ endless school forms and advocated for them with their teachers and principals; he played with them and took them to the grocery store when I was too worn out from work to shop, let alone chaperone a rowdy bunch like the four of them.

So what happens when bipolar takes its toll on a marriage? I have several online friends who are divorced or are in the process of it, and the illness factors into every one of them. One woman’s husband moved out on her while she was in a psych unit; another left hers in the midst of a wild manic episode that started out with her flying across the country, to a city where she’d never been, and hooking up with a guy she met on the plane! (Thank God she had enough money to get back home when she came down.) Still another split with her spouse when he got arrested—again—following one of his manic rages; seems he mowed down his neighbor’s flowers and chased their cat, who apparently had crapped in his garden one too many times, with his riding lawnmower. Additionally, he has a long history of threatening people and getting into fistfights. He also refuses to take medication and denies he has a problem. I don’t blame her for leaving him. What else can you do?

It’s when I hear stories like these and read about the pitfalls of a relationship with someone who lives with bipolar disorder that I count myself very fortunate indeed that my marriage never became a statistic. We’re going on 36 years, and I don’t foresee anything happening that would land us in divorce court unless I go completely off the rails.

Now I’m curious to see if any of my readers are in the 10% of couples who stay together in spite (or maybe even because) of bipolar. If you are, would you mind sharing your success story?



Love Conquers Hate

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Yesterday I ended up feeling pretty good. I actually went out and did some shopping at the pet store and grocery store. I made the mistake after I came home to get drunk and now I again feel like shit with a lovely hangover and sense of anxiety. I don’t think I’ll do that again. I’ll stick to the weed when I am able to get it.

I want to be out in the world but people terrify me. Those poor people in Orlando who were shot to death just for being in the wrong spot at the wrong time. 50 people dead because it’s so easy for people to get their hands on weapons like guns😦 I don’t want to be a statistic. It makes me even more frightened to leave the house.

Who would have thought a house in tornado alley would give me some sense of comfort.