Summer mornings

Since so few of my colleagues see these forbidden summer “mornings”, I figured I’d point out what the world was like for me this morning, at 5:30 am.

I woke up with a “hangover” from ambien. I now believe it more to be an emotional response to being forced onto a sleeping medication, but hey, side effects include headache and I’m migraine susceptible, so let’s leave it to the experts on this one.

Deep breathing, aroma therapy, and a nicely designed iPod playlist got me through the half hour it took for the four motrin I had to take to kick in. Maybe would have worked without the motrin. Not willing to try yet (any idea how much these hurt?!)

Then came the cleaning; I completely reorganized the mess on my floor from the hospital clothing and my bathroom from just being a girl. I ended up back in bed with an alarm set for 8 am to take meds, last a whole two minutes.

And came down the stairs to check my phone, see a missed call; check e-mail; and be your Bipolar Gossip Girl.

I’ve barely even looked outside yet.

June

Ironically, I clicked “Post” just before the needle went into my arm. I am sitting in a hospital bed at Stanford, and as promised before, I am remaining anonymous and not using personal identifiers.

That doesn’t mean I can’t help you. My month of June has been a House episode: Overdose, hospital, cry your way out, go off to beautiful seaside escape, find best friend in man’s best friend, outpatient class, breakdown, cry back to ER.

Oh shit, no, that’s like every basic plot line in a medical drama series. Last night I watch grey’s anatomy. Do you have any idea how many times I had to tell people I wasn’t trying to commit suicide when I overdosed? When you are young, and really anytime you raid your medicine cabinet, you become untrustworthy.

That was my biggest shock.

I’m not saying I rule the world. But in my head, I still do have all sorts of special powers. I can bring people in the psych ward to life just by dancing with them. I can make my grandmother-aged roommate next to me feel safe by simply being WILLing to walk with her to the bathroom.

Better, but I’m not cured.

NAMI is the national association for mental illness. I plan to be a member (I joined, but I forgot my user name… and my password… shite….).

Man’s best friend, in the form of the ressurected Jack from Titanic, the adorable mixed breed who played with me during my therapy, has helped me in a 7 year battle for a dog. I’m winning, and my wish is the he/she will be joining us on our trip to New Jersey.

All part of my come back tour.

But for now, pray, hope, send words of encouragement. Not to me. I’ve regained my strength to find them where they already were. Find them and send them to the people you love, because then maybe everyone will get a diagnosis they have worked and prayed so hard for, and the help to stay healthy that they deserve.

What the hell, I’m Bipolar Gossip Girl

Lithium (by YouTube)

Educating

The first is a must
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dlj1HJoqbug

the second is if you can handle it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xj5e2kYbAuY

An Ode

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W62-poRpBVo
Oh my God you guys!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8PKIAL5esn8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2FnGhZPYW8&feature=related

A Legally Blode Remix: One Blonde Can and Will make a difference.

“I have new repersentation”: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acUFdP7N1vw

Hi

Hi. I must remain anonymous, so just call me Gossip Girl. From now on I will use pseudonyms, just like on Gossip Girl.

Go watch your favorite movie, and leave me one sentence convincing me to read it too. Thanks

Hello World

So When it comes down to it, we all make mistakes. I honestly can’t figure out an easy way to take down my previous postings, so what I’m going to do instead is create a completely separate blog and let you know what it is. Thank you to everyone who has stood by me; you know who I’m talking about.

Ever sincerely,

Harrimanl

@$$

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7p4lKwjk9yA&feature=PlayList&p=F95234680C1AF14C&index=0

Crafty!!!

Calling anyone who has ever connected two things together.
Do you know how to staple?
Do you know how to sew?
Do you hate that you always forget to do these things?
Do you have holes on your jeans, your cables
Have your iPhone headphones stayed white?
Turned blue?
Understand why the leaves change in the fall?

Real Genius @Val Kilmer

Please,

Do me a favor and youtube “Lazlo”

I would like to think of myself as the best part of all of these people,

and of all you as the best in all of these people.

Find your Super Power.

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