Journal Entry for December 6, 2007
Bill seemed in a good mood last night. He asked me how I felt and unfortunately, I wasn't feeling great. When I shared that with him, …
is feeling Good
Knowing I have bipolar at first excited me. Finally....an understanding as to why I didn't feel "normal" and finally...hope that I would be given meds that worked. Now...now I just want it to go away. But aha! There's hope on the horizon in the form of (tada) Super Abilify and Wonder Zoloft. Of course I still have some ups and downs but there is some balance to it all now. I'm an artist. I don't just "have artistic talent"; I AM an artist. I live, breathe, eat and piss art. My life has been full of drama and yet all I ever wanted was so so so simple. I wanted a husband who loved me as dearly as I loved him. I wanted us to have a cool house and cool kids. Instead, I had a drughead of a spouse, whom I left, 2 beautiful but difficult children, found out I had bipolar, lived in about 50 different places, dealt w/the legal system (which I hate, hate, hate), worked w/the ex in the movie business, after divorce (no one else in my huge Southern proper family is divorced)met a man I loved and he said he loved me but I found out he has paranoid schizophrenia and he has bipolar. I had him go to a shrink and get meds (Got Meds?). We did really well for awhile. But then one day.... My grown son came to stay w/us. Got him on his own and my daughter divorced and she and her daughter came to live w/us. After a year of her there, hubby felt overwhelmed but didn't tell me. One day I come home and BOOM...dude's got his son and son-in-law loading up the truck to leave. Ever seen a woman scorned in action? Put a few of those ladies in the army and we'd win every war. I lived w/some friends. My husband called saying he'd thought things through and felt he'd made a huge mistake and asked forgiveness and hoped I forgave him. Go forgive yourself dumbass. But yeah...I forgave him and still care about him but damnit...what he did STILL hurts!! So here I am and pretty much gave up on the whole dream of ever having a secure, happy marriage w/a white picket fenced big swing on big porch house w/apple trees and honey bees. Bipolar sucks. Nuff said.
The visual/spacial part of my brain craves stimulation in the form of painting, drawing, writing, playing guitar, music, research, gardening, problem solving, organizing shit, care taking, playing, exploring, decorating, nurturing, fashion, cooking. The rest of my brain loves conversation, learning, teaching, cleaning, paranormal bs, psychology, cultural stuff, medicine, criminal justice, forensics, building things, swimming, hiking, movies, movies, movies.
Bill seemed in a good mood last night. He asked me how I felt and unfortunately, I wasn't feeling great. When I shared that with him, …
Wed.Nov.14,2007
I hope today is a better day. I'm so tired of days that drag on and I can't seem to figure out why.
Matt Damon was …
Nov. 13, 2007
Bill and I looked at homes in Victoria. It depends on if he gets a job there as to if we move. I think he feels so bad about …
10.13.2007
Old memories pop up in my mind like ghosts in a haunted house. Every step around every corner is filled w/some old vision.
go away go …
10.10.2007
Fighting sleepiness for the past few days. I'm getting used to the abilify still
God I hate this!! I try to nap but I can …