This website reflects individual pieces of true accounts from my personal bipolar life. Since bipolar is classified as a mental illness, one should keep in mind that the author of this blog is most probably and certainly possibly (there have been rumours), guaranteed to be totally and completely cracker-jacks crazy. Or not. Life can be subjective, objectively speaking.
No part of this blog should be viewed as medical advice. This website is in no way, shape or form professional. I assept responsablty for any spellink errors, misuse of the meaning of words, reprehensible grammar and any hint of dyslexia. I blame everything on Lithium, divorce lawyers and my ex-husband.
I am an advocate of friendship, chocolate, honesty, carbohydrates and sleeping in. Preferably until early evening. Question everything, ask anything, assume nothing. Exaggeration is to be expected, drama guaranteed. Melancholy is compulsary. Swearing is declassified and falls under the category, freedom of speech. No question off limits, no story too intimate and no shame too shameful. Except that one time…..
This website does not discriminate against: having been committed, married, hospitalised, ECT, divorced, domestic abuse, living as a recluse, shaking hands, dry mouth, muffin tops, tattoo’s, turning 40, hair falling out, weight gain, weight loss, weight gain again, self-harm, eating disorders and broken thyroids.
Beware use of fancy words like ‘trigger’ or ‘episodes’. Wildly extravagant shopping sprees at the $1 store, inappropriate behaviour (sexual or otherwise), an absence of social boundaries and the author believing she’s fabulous when manic, are all part of the package.
And finally, should you happen to find this blog like, totally awesome, I strongly recommend you seek medical advice. From, like, professionals ‘n stuff.
Over and out