All good things must come to an end, I suppose. The past three days I have felt as though my manic days are over with… at least for the time being. Now I am entering a depression, the peak of summertime sadness. The days are bright and warm, filled with hope, yet I feel empty…
Tag: desperate
Bicycle
I often compare bipolar disorder’s rapid cycling to that of a bicycle. When you peddle as quickly as you can, the wheels move just as fast. Once the wheel is moving as fast as possible, that’s when I start to make the analogy. The spokes are each and every emotion and feeling that we possess…
If Health Meant Wealth, I’d Still Be Poor
Ignore my grown out, cotton swab haircut. But this is me in the ER last night. My fourth ER trip in less than four months. If you haven’t been to the ER during the corona virus pandemic, I don’t recommend it unless absolutely necessary. They had large, white tents set up in the ambulance drop…
Precarious Aquarius 