Well, it’s time to get back writing again. I started a new blog because I wanted to start anew. I want to be able to be honest with my writing but NOT be afraid to be discovered. It.
Here are 12 things about me.
- I suffer from several medical issues the forefront being migraine headaches and fibromyalgia.
- As long as I can remember I’ve had migraines. As far back as first grade I remember my head and severe eye pain I experience with my migraines.
- Medication does not work. I get very little help from my abortive meds and preventatives haven’t worked for me and I’ve many, many treatments.
- I’m not able to work now. It’s been a couple of years. I am thankful I do not need to work full time with migraines nearly daily along with the nausea, diarrhea and foggy memory, etc. It was recognized that indeed I am disabled by this. I’m thankful for my doctors support.
- I’m finding my way being home without a job. It’s a relief yet I do miss feeling the accomplishment of working.
- I’m often bored, lonely, indecisive, sad. These are all symptoms of depression. I’ve got that too.
- Oh, and I’m (not) lucky to have the other end of the spectrum. Mania. I’m bipolar diagnosed as an adult and I’m so thankful I know why I am how I am.
- I’m a lot crunchy. I believe in homeopathy, essential oils, CBD oil, weed…that kind of thing.
- Dog lover.
- I love all kinds of arts and crafts and have done both all my life. This depression or bipolar or something has caused nearly a halt in my creative process. I see now I was always manic when I’ve knit, sewn, crochet, painted and more. My mood is more stable but I’m trying to find my way back to my creative self. A lot of the things I’ve done in the past seem overwhelming and I don’t have the interest in learning how to do a new thing or read a pattern or follow directions.
- I’m doing more organic art now and I’m treading lightly. I don’t want it to get to that manic phase.
- Man, I miss mania. I miss the excitement…the “high”. I don’t miss the bad choices I’ve made, certainly. But my life was full of excitement, creative flow, music, concerts, spending. But what goes up, comes down. And depression always follows the mania so now I’m thankful I can recognize the ebb and flow.