I’ve only had one tea so I will have at least another. I made a comment last night that I feel I am now in a “do or die,” situation. Well, I need to “do” but I feel like I am “dying” right now!
I’m still shitting all over the person I know and acting like an immature, little twat. I feel guilty as all hell about that and it’s making me think of how I’ve destroyed so many other good things from my past. I can’t figure out if I’m cycling or not or if my moods are just plain old fucked.
What do they say? “Fear is a great motivator?” Well, last night I was frustrated to the max. I just wanted to steamroll the hell out of everything. I was like, “Bring it on!” I felt like I was ready to take on the world, even though I was still pretty scared. It was the “do” as opposed to the “die.”
Now, yep. I’m “dying.” And here I sit, making a blog post, still waiting to have another tea while I should be getting my “dying ass” out the door to “do” everything!!!
I’ve even been crying. My stomach is in knots. I’ve been spending a fair amount of time on the toilet and I feel like I’m going to barf.
Come on, PA! “DO!!!”
Go start with your second tea…
Where the fuck is Spock!!!
Posted in ADD, Asperger's, Bipolar Disorder, Cranky, Facts About Patient Anonymous, Health, PTSD, Spock, The Tummy Blues, Therapy
I’ve only had one tea so I will have at least another. I made a comment last night that I feel I am now in a “do or die,” situation. Well, I need to “do” but I feel like I am “dying” right now!
I’m still shitting all over the person I know and acting like an immature, little twat. I feel guilty as all hell about that and it’s making me think of how I’ve destroyed so many other good things from my past. I can’t figure out if I’m cycling or not or if my moods are just plain old fucked.
What do they say? “Fear is a great motivator?” Well, last night I was frustrated to the max. I just wanted to steamroll the hell out of everything. I was like, “Bring it on!” I felt like I was ready to take on the world, even though I was still pretty scared. It was the “do” as opposed to the “die.”
Now, yep. I’m “dying.” And here I sit, making a blog post, still waiting to have another tea while I should be getting my “dying ass” out the door to “do” everything!!!
I’ve even been crying. My stomach is in knots. I’ve been spending a fair amount of time on the toilet and I feel like I’m going to barf.
Come on, PA! “DO!!!”
Go start with your second tea…
Where the fuck is Spock!!!
Posted in ADD, Asperger's, Bipolar Disorder, Cranky, Facts About Patient Anonymous, Health, PTSD, Spock, The Tummy Blues, Therapy