La dee da...
If keeping busy is the cure-all to bipolar, then dammit, I am cured. Or something... Getting involved with the PTA (President, Secretary, & Treasurer--because I'm all-purpose like that, lol) and volunteering in my daughter's Kindergarten class has almost completely absorbed my life because we tend to obsess. Well, I do anyhow and once the obsessing begins, it's only a matter of time before that "high" I'm on will hit it's peak. Then it's all downhill, depending on how fast and long I was on the high will decide on how fast and hard I'll fall to the bottom. Paranoia doesn't help either, and it's a pretty insidious little partner, weaving all sorts of deceptions inside of my skull.
But...
I'm keeping busy for the moment (however long that "moment" may be) and I love working with the kids. I chose an inner-city charter school for my daughter that has a lot of students whose parent's gave up on the public schools within the city (and for good reason). Though, many of said parents take little to no time with their kids and expect that somehow the school is going to fix everything. Yeah, ignorance breeds not only more ignorance, but pain--pain for the next generation that has to carry whatever scars that their parents inflicted by either abuse or neglect. It's sad, but it's life and I want my daughter to know what it's like so she is under no illusion that the world sucks, but we have to do the best with what we have and take lemons and make solid gold out of it all.
Hopefully, my next entry will be one that is positive, at the very least, that I'm still holding onto my sanity and that my Nurse Practitioner will have finally found the right drug combo until therapy gets me back to where I need to be.
Peace out.
But...
I'm keeping busy for the moment (however long that "moment" may be) and I love working with the kids. I chose an inner-city charter school for my daughter that has a lot of students whose parent's gave up on the public schools within the city (and for good reason). Though, many of said parents take little to no time with their kids and expect that somehow the school is going to fix everything. Yeah, ignorance breeds not only more ignorance, but pain--pain for the next generation that has to carry whatever scars that their parents inflicted by either abuse or neglect. It's sad, but it's life and I want my daughter to know what it's like so she is under no illusion that the world sucks, but we have to do the best with what we have and take lemons and make solid gold out of it all.
Hopefully, my next entry will be one that is positive, at the very least, that I'm still holding onto my sanity and that my Nurse Practitioner will have finally found the right drug combo until therapy gets me back to where I need to be.
Peace out.