The last six months have been one crisis after another, none of which are over yet. I live day to day and hand to mouth to bowl (toilet, that is) pretty much. The lights are only on until the 18th and I have no prospective income to pay the bill. My severely mentally disabled roommate is of great moral support, a valuable commodity I have yet to be able to use as legal tender, unfortunately.
But, somehow, in my head things are looking up. I just know the money will come (and of course it probably won’t) and that I’ll be able to find a place for the two of us that includes utilities and I can afford on SSI in time. That deadline is July 1st. Is it only the medication? Is it the beginnings of a manic episode? Stay tuned. I’ll take pictures for you, wherever appropriately lurid. God bless everybody (metaphorically speaking, of course),
… and make it the best weekend of your life!
- Bipolar Disorder and Decision Making (everydayhealth.com)