I always do things ass about
My first introduction thread after being here FOREVER..... because I always do things backwards...
Velvz. Bipolar.... type? Not sure. I walked out of the psychiatrists office the day he tried putting me on more meds. That was a decade ago.
Anxiety issues. OCD issues. Occasional SH concerns. Checkered history of substance abuse.
I manage for the most part by exercising, good healthy food and good sleep practices. Substances these days are 3 drinks maximum and I'm rat assed.
I work full time. Study part time. Bought my own house years ago. On my own. Ok the bank helped lol!!! Most days for me are 10-14 hours depending. That's work and study and house things and exercise.
At the moment I'm struggling because I believe I've burnt myself out and pushed myself into hypomania. I'm all over the shop. Been here before but no psychosis stuff. Woo.
Oh man I don't know what else to say. No kids. Love kids. But conscious decision not to have my own. Love men. But sadly I'm intolerant to relationships after a while. Moody 😁😁
Animals and music are my passions.
Yeh so..... **** awkward silence***
I have seen you around the forums. She of the wonderful sense of humour with a bold, independent, spirited streak that comes across in your posts.
Just say what you want to say and pause when/if you feel like it too; it's your thread 😉
I totally hear you on music and animals being your life's passions. With you 100% on both counts!
Aweeee pepper and Dory thank you.
yeh I read your hint in class this am Dory and chuckled... took all day to do this because of feeling so yukky.
I did very little in class too lol.... way too Blaryhhhh feeling.
your squishes are appreciated and returned squishy like
Thank you Dory for believing in me.
Im having a rant. I'm sick to F..... of being a "good friend" (direct quote from last night) to people when no one is there for me.
I listened and helped a friend last night for 2 hours on the phone. While earlier this week she ignored my little reach out.
i mean SERIOUSLY.... next time "who cares" will come out of my mouth. No one knows or cares to F ing know what I'm going through this week. Bad meds - ditched today. A virus. Plus life stuff. Plus my bf hurt me and angered me beyond belief.