It was a harsh night in the ER. A rate of something like three chest pains per hour between 3 and 6 AM.
The doc who went on after me last time was there. Of course, that patient had not had a stroke, so that was just my crazy.
One thing I am jealous of is how [...]
Monday, September 22, 2008
Categories: Each of us bears his own Hell, Psychiatry is the death of the soul, We are ashamed of everything that is real about us, We are each our own devil, bipolar, bipolar medication, lithium, manic depression, my tender heart, these colorful dreams . . Author: my sad alter ego . Comments: 11 Comments
I thought this blog was getting too self-centered, but it seems like people are likely to visit any blog that is regularly updated. So here’s a dream update. Why can’t I listen to my gut, my dreams? Especially when they tell me something I already know.
It’s the end of an appointment with the shitty shrink. [...]
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Categories: Each of us bears his own Hell, Psychiatry is the death of the soul, Restless, We are ashamed of everything that is real about us, We are each our own devil, bipolar, bipolar medication, hypomania, lithium, manic depression, my tender heart, psychiatry, these colorful dreams . . Author: my sad alter ego . Comments: 7 Comments
This is the kind of thing I never admit. Not hardhearted, icy, witchy I.
Now, unmedicated, working so hard late into the night and into the madrugada, when I feel desparate, tired, worn-out and broken down at not even thirty, late in the dark, sometimes when I close my eyes but am too tired to sleep, [...]
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Categories: Depression, I'm so lonesome I could cry, We are ashamed of everything that is real about us, i was a child in that kingdom by the sea, my tender heart, these colorful dreams . . Author: my sad alter ego . Comments: 4 Comments
The appointment is tomorrow. This waiting is driving me crazy. I am feeling both giddy and silly, never a good sign, and not sleeping. Physically, I feel horrific from not having enough of my good drugs in me.
And this morning, I woke up and needed to consult something I wrote a couple of years ago, [...]
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Categories: Great fear is concealed under daring., I'm so lonesome I could cry, Restless, The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, bipolar, hypomania, these colorful dreams . . Author: my sad alter ego . Comments: 1 Comment
It feels good, actually, except for the no sleep part, and maybe the slight misuse of stimulants to keep it going. I am a little worried about what I know will come later – the crash, but for now, I’m alive so fuck it all.
That’s why I haven’t written on this blog; I’ve been amazingly [...]
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Categories: Restless, bipolar, feminism, hypomania, these colorful dreams . . Author: my sad alter ego . Comments: 1 Comment
When I was a kid, when I had nightmares, they were often the “being chased by something you can’t escape” type.
For the last few years, I have less fear dreams, and more rage dreams. The content is not consistent, but the tone is – I am furious, sometimes screaming at someone, sometimes physically trying to [...]
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Categories: Restless, my tender heart, these colorful dreams . . Author: my sad alter ego . Comments: 1 Comment
Things are still hard. My brain is still stuck. Mornings are still hell. Things still swing around a lot, like last night, when I really wanted to go to bed, but suddenly just had to run and also write about something funny that happened to me yesterday on my regular blog. So I went to [...]
Monday, June 11, 2007
Categories: Depression, bipolar, these colorful dreams . . Author: my sad alter ego . Comments: Leave a Comment