The amount of medicine I'm on, in my opinion, is ridiculous. I also know individuals who take much more, so I am lucky in many ways. But that doesn't help me when I empty the medicine box section into my hand. Seven pills in the morning and seven pills at night have been my norm.... Continue Reading →
One of the fun things about not knowing what your mood will be an hour into the future (I say with great sarcasm) is that you really don't know who you'll be. I can sit down on the couch with a coffee and tell myself that I'll do dishes when I'm done drinking. But maybe... Continue Reading →
Part of my problem in recent years is that I try and take on too much. I try to be a wife, a mom, a daughter, sister, friend, blogger, crafter, business woman, writer, and avid reader. But that is an insane amount of hats to be putting on. Ideally, I'd have a schedule and would... Continue Reading →
I have always loved scary movies, but, over the past few years, I have found myself being too sensitive to enjoy them. The other day, I decided to have a scary movie night with my brother. We watched The Babadook, so if you haven't seen this movie and want to I suggest you stop reading... Continue Reading →
Diary of a Bipolar Mommy 