Being a Stepmom is full of self-disappointments. At the same time you can, over time,  build up the strength to say what you can/cannot handle. Take this weekend for example.Â
I feel weak – my stepson makes me angry
My stepson is my trigger. True, I have felt a few symptoms of un-wellness of late: out-of-body, pessimistic, insular, agitated. Even this blog, which I have taken up frantically again
Why I drink
Why do I drink? It’s bad for me. I get dizzy quickly because of the meds. My liver, or pancreas, or bladder, or whatever, is going to collapse too soon.
My bipolar brilliance got me fired
My manic energy delivered high performance, but also pushed the boundaries. My boss got upset, I got depressed, too many hospital stays in the psychiatric ward, and we parted ways.
Don’t we learn anything from a Mixed Episode?
Happily, the depression has gone, left that in the dust. And even more happily, I have enough energy for a thousand men, for a thousand brains and for Zuma himself.
Toxic head and heart, healing soul: Bipolar 11 hospitalisation
How can being in hospital lead to toxic levels of Lithium? Which was found out accidentally as the locum on the weekend asked for a blood test. Perhaps because