If I have to be crazy- so should everyone else.
There is no way that is going to happen- not that I’m one to voice my complaints, but my Mind won’t shut up! Honestly I’m silent because if I repeated what she was thinking we would all be doomed.
My Mind: If I’m going down, I’m setting up those bastards first so I can have something to laugh at.
We are preparing for a family trip to Yosemite and I’m in need of summer apparel. I loathe nothing more than having to try clothes on according to the industry standards. Not only do they not fit but it depresses me even more!
I’ve been doing some research and have yet to find correlating evidence between different studies/beliefs/cultures that explain why my body hurts the way it does when I’m depressed. The only consistent truth is that you can have physical pain from an emotional trigger.
Sounds perfectly bipolar to me!
A brief conversation with my oldest daughter