Ooooohh! Wonderful mania, come to cause me to wriggle some more! My efforts scattered to the four winds, my mind on sensory overload, my mouth stuffed with Pop-tarts, and I am wanting to work on three sites at once…This is after my sleepytime meds!
The caregiver who comes to help with Dad seems to know a lot about Bipolar Disorder, maybe that is why she cleans like a maniac! No, she is very helpful, but the funny thing is how stressed I gat when I know she is coming! I wind up sweeping mopping and doing the dishes right before she gets here to do all those same things!
That clinches it, I am a nut. (This infernal tablet types what IT thinks I want to write! It just made me say, I am a but.) I do not think they will write a movie about me falling in love with this little monster. goodnight, dear friends!
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Author: ST Martin
I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...
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