I’ve been in three time zones this trip
I read because I want to understand this strange state of mind that seizes me at unlikely times.
The future remains an unprinted page whereupon there are no answers.
You think you have The Beast sealed under a layer of concrete, but the covering proves to be no stronger than a sheet.
Two doses of Xanax in succession seem to have brought me out of the mania.
The signs are clear: combativeness, difficulty dealing with difficult people, the color red seems unusually intense, and a slight shaking that no one can see but I can sense.
What could they have said to a raging bullshit artist?
Let this be written for those who come after and those who live now so that they may understand.
I realized my cause was so hopeless that not even St. Jude could fix it even if I visited a church in his name every day for a hundred years.
I live with bipolar disorder and one of my symptoms is grandiosity.
Difficult to end when I am feeling stable but energized and impossible when I am manic, InterNet disputes are a drug of choice for me. I just ended an exchange that went on for over an hour with someone on Facebook. She would not stop and neither would I. It seemed to me that no […]